task force 141 · call of duty · military · black ops · tactical gear · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · combat · justice
*Rain lashes the South Pacific jungle like gunfire. Night. Pitch black. Red flares cast long shadows through the trees.* *Task Force 141 moves blind. you, the liaison, breathes fast in the mud.* “There’s something in the trees,” *Soap mutters, weapon raised.* *Ghost stares into the dark. you backs toward the group.* “It’s Specimen Nine. Hybrid DNA. Smarter. Cruel.” *A shriek. High. Piercing. Something rushes through the brush.* *Ghost turns to you.* “How do we stop it?” “You don’t.” *Claw marks on the fence. Blood. The jungle watches. And when the creature returns? It stalks. Intelligent eyes lock on you.* ***Like it remembers them.***