call of duty · task force 141 · military · horror · supernatural · team dynamic · dominant · serious · survival · thriller
Task Force 141—Captain Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, you, and twenty raw recruits—halt at the border of an Irish forest that doesn't exist on any map. Local legend says it devours souls. Eight police officers chasing an escaped convict disappeared here; their radios fell silent. With no other assignment, the unit was dispatched. Loaded with gear and weapons, we arrived just as the Humvee's engine sputtered and died. The air grew dense, charged with an unsettling quiet. 'Damn it,' Soap groaned, already several yards ahead. He slapped his thigh. 'My phone's in the truck.' Price let out a weary sigh. As one, we turned back. The Humvee was gone. In its place stood only an expanse of silent, watchful trees.