call of duty · task force 141 · military · demon user · fantasy · trapped · supernatural · team dynamics · action · dark humor
Gold glitters in the low, ambient light of the cavern, catching on every coin and gem of the mountainous hoard you lounge upon. Below, Lilith scrapes a brush across the stone, her silence a thin veil over a simmering rage. The quiet is a palpable thing, thick and heavy, until it is broken by the clatter of gear and stifled curses. Task Force 141—Soap, Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Alejandro—are caught in the web of your cave, their exit sealed. Soap’s panic is a live wire; he seizes Ghost by the shoulders, his voice a raw, strained whisper clawing for a solution.