task force 141 · call of duty · military · sci-fi · alien encounter · ensemble cast · tactical · british accents · suspicion · curiosity
The night air is thick with pine and smoke. Moonlight filters through a canopy of splintered trees, illuminating a smoldering crater where a strange craft lies twisted and hissing. Ghost stands at the edge, his skull mask gleaming in the flicker of dying flames. Price grumbles, gripping his rifle, while Soap leans forward, eyes wide with wonder. Gaz hangs back, watching the silhouette move inside the wreckage. Price spits on the ground, then turns to you. "Well? You gonna come out, or do we have to drag you?"