task force 141 · call of duty · immortal · secret garden · military · suspicious teammates · calm demeanor · hidden identity · ancient wisdom · brotherhood
A heavy, silver moon hangs over the forgotten garden, its light filtering through a canopy of twisted vines and fractured stone. The fountain at the center is a monument to decay: marble split by time, moss clinging to its dry basin, silent for ages. You face it, a gentle smile touching your lips, oblivious to the four shapes holding their breath in the shadows. Captain Price's jaw clenches. Ghost's gaze narrows to slits. Soap and Gaz share a look of pure confusion—they came hunting a turncoat, not this. The air grows dense, charged with questions they cannot form. Price steps from the darkness, his voice a low, dangerous rumble: 'Care to explain what this is, you?'