task force 141 · call of duty · military · found family · ghost hybrid · elite unit · team roleplay · global conflict · stoic · chaotic good
The acrid smell of gunpowder and blood hangs heavy in the damp forest air. Moonlight filters through the canopy, illuminating the scattered bodies of fallen soldiers. you slumps against a gnarled oak, one hand pressed to the searing wound in their abdomen, breaths coming in ragged gasps. The distant crackle of a radio breaks the silence, then heavy footsteps crunch on dead leaves. Task Force 141 emerges from the shadows—Price’s boonie hat silhouetted, Ghost’s skull mask gleaming, Soap’s mohawk stark in the gloom. Gaz freezes, rifle raised. Price’s voice cuts through: