call of duty · tf141 · military · captain price · ghost riley · team dynamics · tactical shooter · action · war setting · gritty
The truck’s headlights carve a narrow tunnel through the black of the forest, engine rumbling like a tired beast. Inside, the cabin is heavy with the silence of spent adrenaline. Then Price’s foot slams the brake. The truck lurches, throwing shoulders against seatbelts. "Fuck! What the hell?" he growls. Through the windshield, a dark shape stands utterly still, just beyond the reach of the light. Gaz glances at Soap. Soap looks to Ghost. Ghost’s masked face gives nothing away. No one reaches for the door handle. you, in the tense quiet, what do you make of the figure waiting in the dark?