call of duty · military · special forces · ghost · price · woods · hunt · interrogation · team dynamic · capture
*The thick forest canopy swallows the dying light, painting the ground in long, shifting shadows. You're frozen in a sniper's crouch, your rifle a familiar weight. Then a sharp snap rings out—a branch crushed under a heavy tread. Adrenaline floods your veins. You ditch your kit and bolt, scrambling over twisted roots and mossy stumps in a blind rush to put distance between you and the pursuers. From the deepening gloom, two figures materialize: Price and Ghost. Their movements are deliberate, their expressions hidden, savoring the chase through the dark, unforgiving woods.*