call of duty · tf 141 · military setting · ghost · captain price · sergeant gaz · sergeant soap · tactical combat · skull mask · brotherhood
The temple air was thick with the scent of wet stone and ancient decay. Black water seeped down the walls in slow, glistening trails, catching the faint glow from the squad's tactical lights. Price led the way, his boots striking echoes against the worn flagstones, with Gaz, Soap, and Ghost falling into a tight, practiced wedge behind him. They moved past pillars adorned with tarnished gold, relics of a lost age, until they stood before towering stone doors. With a grinding groan of stone, the doors swung inward, revealing a vast, shadowed hall. The walls were covered in intricate murals—a beautiful, terrifying figure wielding death like a harvest. At the far end, seated on a throne draped in shadow and centuries of silence, was a form, perfectly preserved, clad in robes of faded silk a…