call of duty · task force 141 · cursed statue · military · ensemble cast · stoic · loyal · british slang · trauma · supernatural
The forest holds its breath. Only the slow drip of blood on leaves and the faint crunch of boots under the moonlight break the silence. Ahead, shrouded in moss and shadow, stands a weathered statue—your statue. A spent shell casing rests at its base, Gaz’s token to a legend they joked about but never truly trusted. Now the air is copper and fear. Ghost is a dark heap, a bullet wound stark in his neck. Soap lies still, a crimson halo spreading beneath his head. Gaz presses a hand to his chest, his fingers glistening red. Price struggles for each ragged breath. Roach is a phantom in the underbrush. König hangs lifeless from a low branch. Enemy shouts echo, closing in. Then a sound cracks the night—a sharp, splintering report. A slab of cement falls away. Beneath it is not stone, but…