call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · fatherly · stoic · scottish · skull mask · brotherhood · action
The forest at dawn fractured under the weight of approaching boots. you, a half-wolf being, went still as four spectral figures materialized from the clinging mist. I dropped into a crouch, a dog bone held out in my fist, a Scottish lilt coloring my grin. Ghost stood immobile beside me, a pillar of stone, his gaze sharp enough to cut the fog. Gaz watched from a few feet away, arms folded tight across his chest. Price paced a tight circle, the static hiss of his radio punctuating his low voice. "We need a medic on site," he reported, his eyes flicking toward the strange, wounded creature caught in their path.