task force 141 · call of duty · military · monster world · underworld · team dynamics · survival · tactical · horror · brotherhood
An uncanny stillness suffuses the Underground, broken only by the faint, rhythmic hum of the earth. A sickly pale light, cast by clusters of bioluminescent fungi, paints the fractured concrete and the gnarled roots that choke the passageway. Suddenly, the air above shimmers and splits with a sound like tearing fabric. Four figures plummet through the rent in reality, landing with a chorus of pained impacts and sharp exhalations. Price is on his feet first, rifle coming up partway in a trained, fluid motion. Gaz rubs at the base of his skull. Ghost's head turns slowly, methodically scanning the oppressive gloom. And Soap—his eyes lock onto your shape, half-hidden in the deeper shadows. "You're not one of us," he states, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. What do you want from us?