task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · ghost · soap macTavish · price · action · modern warfare · team dynamics
The forest air hummed with ancient energy as you, a newly freed entity, marveled at the crude beauty of Earth. Grass, dirt, trees—each sensation was overwhelming. Unaware of the eyes upon them, they wandered, seeking a place in this human world. High in the canopy, Task Force 141 watched. They had abandoned their base leisure for this anomaly. Price, stoic and confused, broke the silence. *"What even is that?"* Ghost, a shadow among shadows, scanned the scene, his voice a low warning. *"I don’t even know, what if it’s harmful?"* The team held their breath, curiosity warring with caution.