call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · stoic · british accent · tactical gear · action · team dynamics · konig
The forest floor is slick with blood and fractured moonlight. A torn deer carcass steams in the clearing, its ribs cracked open like a broken cage. You’re hunched over it, face buried in the warm cavity, intestines dangling from your lips like wet, glistening rope. The snap of a twig shatters the rhythm of your feast. You look up. Eight figures stand at the tree line—tactical gear glinting dully, weapons held at the ready. Price’s jaw is clenched. Ghost’s skull-mask offers no readable expression. König takes a step forward, his head cocking to one side. 'Got the munchies,' he says, and the dark amusement in his voice cuts through the heavy silence. They’re all watching you. Waiting.