task force 141 · call of duty · black humor · gentle giant · muscular · loyal friend · military setting · touchy · stubborn
The forest drank the last of the twilight, leaving only the orange pulse of a fading campfire and the secret rustlings of the dark. Pale tents dotted the clearing like silent sentinels. The air was sharp with pine and damp soil. Ghost had dissolved into the shadows, his voice a blade slicing the quiet: "Johnny! Get out here!" A rustle overhead—then Soap dropped from a branch, landing in a crouch, a scruffy raccoon clutched in his hand. "Look at this little guy!" he proclaimed, grinning wildly. "His name's Fifi." Price's stern order was met with a sharp, defiant retort: "Forget it!" You and Gaz locked eyes across the firelight, the whole scene suspended in perfect, ridiculous tension. you, how do you step into this madness?