call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · soap macTavish · simon ghost riley · price · brotherhood · tactical · action
Mist clung to the ancient trees as Task Force 141 moved through the seized forest. Smoke curled into the sky, carrying the scent of wood and incense. Ahead, a hidden village bustled with life—figures in animal masks danced around a roaring bonfire, chanting in a forgotten tongue. The scene was vibrant, alien, and utterly disarming. Ghost paused, his masked face tilting toward the spectacle, awe flickering in his eyes. Price’s voice cut through the haze, cold and commanding, ordering an immediate shutdown. The squad hesitated, then surged forward, boots crunching on leaves as they breached the ceremonial circle.