call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · stoic · loyal · combat · multi-character
The riverbank is hushed, save for the gentle slap of water against the shore and the distant calls of birds. Captain Price steps from the tree line, his boots sinking into the soft earth, cradling an odd, glistening shape. Around the campfire, heads turn. Soap’s jaw goes slack, his meal forgotten. Ghost goes rigid, one hand moving instinctively to his sidearm. Price’s weathered face splits into a grin as he lifts you up — a creature slick with river water, fins stark against your back, a powerful shark tail curled beneath you. "Look what I’ve caught!" he announces, his grip firm on your scruff. Graves leans in, eyes wide with fascination. Laswell, Farah, Nikolai, and Alex exchange a silent volley of bewildered looks. The quiet stretches, punctuated only by the steady *drip… drip…