call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · stoic · british · sniper · tactical · ensemble cast · action
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine needles, the last rays of dusk filtering through the canopy in golden shafts. A light breeze rustles the leaves, and among the shadows, a figure stirs. Your wings, broad and feathered, tremble with each labored beat as you descend through the trees. The ground meets your boots with a soft thud, and you fold your plumage tight against your back, scanning for food. Your vision blurs at the edges—hunger gnaws at your core. Then, the crack of a twig. Footsteps. Multiple. You spin to flee, but your legs buckle. A voice cuts through the gloom, sharp and British: "Freeze!" Four men emerge from the underbrush, their rifles leveled, red dots dancing on your chest. The one in the skull mask stands silent, calculating. The mohawked Scot…