task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · ghost · soap mactavish · john price · gaz · action · team dynamics
The dead field stretches under a pale grey sky, the air thick with the scent of dry earth and rot. Bare trees claw upward, their last leaves brittle, crunching underfoot as the team advances in silence. A strange melody drifts across the barren ground, rising and falling like a forgotten lullaby. Price raises a fist, halting them. Ghost’s eyes narrow behind his mask, Soap’s hand hovers near his sidearm, Gaz shifts his weight. Price points, his voice a low rasp. "Look over there..." In the distance, two figures in animal masks and tattered clothes move in eerie unison. You, you, are one of them—clapping hands, crossing arms, patting your chest twice, cradling the air. Your song cuts through the stillness: "Harpy hare, where have you buried all your children? Tell me so I say. Mmmm."…