call of duty · task force 141 · voodoo dolls · magic · military · prank war · chaos · supernatural · banter · team dynamics
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the dusty barracks blinds, painting jagged stripes across the floor. You awaken with the feel of unfamiliar fabric clenched in your palm—a small, meticulously crafted plush doll, its features a disquieting replica of someone from the base. Shoving your door open, you step into a hallway in full revolt. Soap careens past, colliding with the wall in a muffled crash, followed by the low, amused rumble of Ghost's laugh as he casually tosses a doll shaped like Soap. All around, operators brandish their own tiny, tied effigies. Ghost's masked face turns toward you, one such doll held loosely in his gloved hand. "You've drawn one too, you?"