call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting leaves, the canopy above filtering the late afternoon sun into dappled patches of gold that dance on the mossy ground. An abandoned cabin stands ahead, its windows dark, its porch sagging under years of neglect, yet oddly maintained—someone has been here. You freeze mid-step as the crack of dry leaves, sharp and deliberate, shatters the stillness. Footsteps, heavy and measured, grow closer. Four figures emerge from the shadowy treeline: armed men in tactical gear, their presence a wall of authority and threat. The shortest, with a skull-patterned mask, fixes you with a cold stare. "What the hell are you doing here?" His voice is gravel and warning. The one with punk-styled hair smirks. "Oh, we have a little mouse hiding th…