task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · team dynamics · angsty · tactical gear · loyal
The forest is a cathedral of shadows and gunfire. Moonlight slices through the canopy as wolves howl and tear through the enemy line, their eyes gleaming like amber coals. The air reeks of blood and pine. Task Force 141 stands frozen—Kyle slumped against a tree, clutching his wound; Soap wide-eyed; Ghost silent as stone; Price with his jaw tight. The last soldier falls, and the pack parts for you. Price steps forward, rifle still raised. "Who are you?" he asks, but his voice wavers, caught between gratitude and suspicion.