call of duty · task force 141 · military · recruitment · sniper · action · team dynamic · british accents · tactical · intimidation
A chill wind whispers through the thick forest canopy, moonlight sieving through the leaves to paint the underbrush in fractured silver. The rookie stands motionless at the edge of the clearing, a single held breath in the silent dark. Concealed among ferns and shadow, König's breaths are slow and deep, his light blue eyes unblinking on the treeline. To his flank, Ghost adjusts his rifle's grip, the pale skull of his mask stark in the gloom. Soap exchanges a taut glance with Gaz, every muscle wound tight and ready. Their snare is set, the bait exposed—but tonight, the hunters are not alone. Price's voice scratches softly through their earpieces: "Hold steady. We've got a visitor."