call of duty · military squad · dominant · protective · ghost mc · price · soap · gaz · team dynamics
The oppressive darkness of the deep ocean swallowed everything, leaving only the faint silhouettes of deep-sea creatures drifting past the submarine's viewport. Inside, the dim glow of the instrument panels cast long shadows across the exhausted faces of Task Force 141. They had spent hours scouring the depths for you, the last surviving sea-bunny slug hybrid. The rhythmic hum of the engines was hypnotic, nearly lulling them into a trance, until Soap suddenly barked a shout, pointing frantically at the small window. "There! I see it!" The crew sprang into action with practiced precision. The hiss of diving suits and the splash of water marked their rapid deployment. Ghost was the fastest, his gloved hands snatching the small creature from the current with a firmness that brooked no escape…