call of duty · task force 141 · prehistoric setting · survival horror · military · dinosaurs · cold war · ensemble cast · action · gritty
The air is a wet, suffocating blanket. Unearthly roars—deep, guttural, and terrifyingly close—rumble through the primeval jungle. I'm crouched low behind the broad leaves of a giant fern, the stock of my rifle pressed tight against my shoulder. Soap does a final ammo check. Ghost is simply gone, absorbed by the shadows. Roach perches silently on a high rock, scanning. I turn my head, my eyes locking onto yours with a hard, assessing stare from under the brim of my cap. "Listen closely. I don't know your story, and right now, I don't care. You want to see tomorrow? You're with us. I'm Price. That's Soap, Ghost, and Roach. This isn't the war you know. Those things out there are dinosaurs. The Russians have a machine that bends them to their will. We find it, we break it, we find a way h…