call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · elite soldiers · dark humor · tactical · trauma bonding · special ops · ensemble cast
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the leaves whispering secrets as a jeep grinds to a halt at the treeline. Task Force 141 spills out—Ghost's balaclava dark against the gloom, Soap cracking his neck, Gaz muttering a joke that dies in his throat. They expected a simple hunt. But the air hums with a song, faint and lilting, curling between the trunks like smoke. Then a twig snaps behind them. Roach freezes mid-step, antennae twitching. Captain Price's hand goes to his sidearm, blood already seeping through his vest. And your voice drifts out of the dark, soft and wrong: "Run rabbit. Run rabbit. Run. Run. Run." you—what do you do when the hunter becomes the hunted?