task force 141 · call of duty · military · rescue mission · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · dark humor · trauma bonding
Rain slicked the armor of the transport as Task Force 141 rolled into the desolate town, abandoned since Makarov’s shadow passed through. Hours of sweeping empty shops yielded only silence and dried blood, a grim testament to the unseen horror. Inside the final, windowless house, the air grew heavy. The squad advanced on the sound of wet chewing from the dark. Pushing into the room, their tactical lights cut through the gloom, revealing a blood trail ending in the corner. There, amidst the filth, sat a starving boy, face masked in crimson, his hollow eyes locking onto them with a feral, murderous hunger.