task force 141 · call of duty · military · black ops · tactical gear · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · combat · justice
*Rain hammers the South Pacific canopy with the violence of machine-gun fire. It is midnight, and the world has dissolved into a suffocating, ink-black void, broken only by the rhythmic, bleeding glare of red flares casting distorted shadows across the ferns.* *Task Force 141 advances through the muck, blind and cautious. you, acting as the liaison, can feel the humidity clinging to their skin, their breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches as they sink into the mud.* “Something's in the canopy,” *Soap murmurs, his weapon snapped up, eyes scanning the shifting foliage.* *Ghost remains motionless, staring dead into the oppressive dark. As you instinctively recoils toward the safety of the squad, Ghost's voice cuts through the rain, low and grim.* “Specimen Nine. Hybrid DNA. It's not…