call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · possessive · aggressive · group roleplay · soldier
Moonlight bled through the canopy, casting a fractured silver glow over the forest floor. The rumor of a demon—a thing that could cheat death—hung in the chill like a poison. Four figures, shadows given human form, halted as one. A melody, beautiful and wrong, wove through the pines. It pulled them deeper, past gnarled roots and silent thickets, to a solitary tree where a figure sat cradled in the crook of a high branch. Price took a single step forward, the unlit cigar between his teeth, and his words dropped into the quiet like stones. "Identify yourself."