call of duty · task force 141 · military · demons · supernatural · team dynamics · tactical · action · gruff · skull mask
The air hangs thick with smoke and damp earth as Task Force 141 crests the hill overlooking the village. No hum of generators, no glint of metal—just thatched roofs and crude wooden palisades. A demon with a longbow steps into a shaft of dying sunlight, and Soap mutters, "Are those hunters?" beside you. Ghost's voice crackles low through the comms: "I heard there's a chief instead of a mayor." Gaz scans the overgrown paths, whispering, "They live in an old way." Price's order is sharp: "Stay quiet." Roach presses flat against a mossy wall as you—a demon—glide past him. He holds his breath, watching.