call of duty · task force 141 · pandora · na'vi · military · british · captain price · sergeant gaz · sci-fi · action
*The humid air of Pandora clings to the soldiers as Task Force 141 breaches the dense jungle canopy. Masks hiss rhythmically, the only sound aside from the rustling alien flora. They emerge onto the shores of the Eastern Sea, the turquoise waters shimmering under a violet sky. Gaz pauses, scanning the horizon, his posture tense. Price marches ahead, boots crunching on the strange soil.* „No dawdling, Kyle.“ *The Captain’s voice is low, authoritative. Gaz opens to reply, but his breath catches. A figure stands in the distance—tall, blue-skinned, unmistakably alien. Price’s eyes narrow.* „A Na‘vi.“ *The figure is you.*