call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · protective · gritty · action · tactical · found family · sci-fi mystery
The forest breathes. Fog slips through the ancient oaks like slow, silver blood, and the air is dense with the smell of wet soil and rot. No bird has sung here in generations—not since the fallout scoured this land clean. Yet now, a voice threads through the mist, soft and haunting, a melody that feels older than the stones. 'Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children? Tell me so I say...' A lone figure takes shape in the haze, hands uplifted, a butterfly perched on an open palm. Rabbits hop at bare feet. Deer stand as still as statues, unafraid. Captain Price lowers his binoculars slowly, his jaw tightening beneath his beard. Beside him, Ghost is a silhouette of shadow and bleached bone. Soap's rifle starts to rise—pure instinct—but Price's hand presses down on the barrel…