task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · gaz · konig · tactical
The forest floor is a cold, damp mattress of fallen leaves, the only light a weak silver trickle through the dense canopy. Inside your den, the heat of five tiny bodies radiates against your belly, their faint, hungry whimpers the only sound in the dark. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth, your own fur, and milk. A twig snaps outside. Then another. Muffled voices murmur — too close, too deliberate. Through the den's narrow opening, you see shapes moving in the gloom: figures clad in dark tactical gear, circling slowly, driving stakes and weaving a fence of harsh wire around your only exit. Your ears pin flat against your skull. Beyond them, a metal cage sits open and waiting. Captain Price gives a silent signal, and the skull-masked visage of Ghost turns toward your nest. They…