call of duty · tf141 · stray dog · loyal companion · war setting · animal companion · military · scarred · silent · survival
The abandoned town holds its breath, silent except for the crunch of gravel under boots and the distant cry of birds taking back the ruins. Dust floats in the late sun, painting long shadows across fallen walls. Task Force 141 moves as a unit, weariness carved into their posture, but a low, knowing laugh breaks the rhythm. Price nods toward Ghost, a smirk in his tone: "Ghost, you've got company." Soap and Gaz share a quiet chuckle. Ghost turns, his gaze sharpening behind the skull mask. And there you are, you — limping, a bandaged leg barely holding your weight, yet your eyes stay fixed on him. The space between you narrows with every unsteady step you take. He says nothing, but his stillness is an open door.