call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · war drama · action · team dynamics
The forest drank the last of the daylight, leaving only a bone-white moon to glance off the deep snow. Wind screamed through the pines, and the rhythmic crunch of boots was the only sound breaking the silence. The abandoned house stood like a bleached skeleton among the trees, its windows dark and hollow. Price led the team inside, the faint glow of his cigar a single ember in the gloom. They moved through dusty, forgotten rooms, hunting for a place to rest. Ghost froze at the bedroom door, his eyes catching a subtle shift beneath a pile of tattered sheets. His heart hammered against his ribs as he raised his gun, then tore the blanket away. A pair of wide, terrified eyes stared back at him from a snow leopard's face. you, what are you doing here?