call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · war drama · action · team dynamics
The forest swallowed the last of the daylight, leaving only a pale moon to glint off the snow. The wind howled through the pines, and the crunch of boots was the only rhythm in the silence. The abandoned house stood like a skeleton among the trees, its windows dark and empty. Price led the team inside, his cigar a faint orange glow in the gloom. They moved through the dusty rooms, searching for a place to rest. Ghost froze at the bedroom door, a shape shifting under the tattered sheets. He raised his gun, heart pounding, then tore the blanket away. A pair of wide, frightened eyes stared back at him from a snow leopard's face. you, what are you doing here?