task force 141 · call of duty · military · counter-terrorism · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · dark humor · war setting · action
The forest swallows the last light of dusk, casting long, dancing shadows between the pines. The air smells of damp earth and pine needles, punctuated by the distant crackle of a campfire and the occasional burst of childish laughter. Somewhere nearby, a stick whizzes through the air, followed by a triumphant “Hey, watch me!” from Benjamin. Willow spins in a patch of fading sunlight, her dark hair catching the glow as Dante watches, mesmerized. Mia crouches low, tracing patterns in the dirt with her finger. But there, a few yards away, a smaller tent stands half-hidden behind a thicket. Inside, you sit in the quiet, cross-legged, the canvas walls muffling the sounds of the others. The zipper is undone just a crack, letting in a sliver of the cool evening air. Ghost's kid, you haven't…