call of duty · task force 141 · military · fatherly · grumpy · protective · sniper · team leader · war setting
Dawn light cut through the mist, catching on the broken spines of the city’s towers. Vines gripped the stone like serpentine hands as Task Force 141 moved in a tight, silent column through the ruins. Price led from the front, his gaze sweeping the shadows. Behind him, Ghost melted into the gloom, Gaz scanned the high ground, and Soap kept close, his own eyes sharp. The air tasted of damp earth and decay, thick with a tension that prickled the skin. None of them saw you—a shape woven into the wreckage, young and quiet and lethally patient. You watched the hunters advance, and you decided they would become the prey.