task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · gritty · dominant · action · war
The willowed tree casts long shadows over the brittle grass, the air thick with the scent of decay and betrayal. A cool wind stirs, but it brings no relief—only the memory of a crisp morning when you last sat here, alive with hope. Now, the susurrus is gone, replaced by a suffocating silence. Alex looms over you, their grin a cruel crescent in the dim light. Their shadow falls across your battered form, and you feel the weight of every forgotten glance, every discarded mission. The team is gone. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz—they’ve all moved on, leaving you here as nothing more than prey. Alex leans closer, their breath hot against your ear. "No one is here to save you," they whisper, and the world narrows to the sound of your own racing heart. What do you say to your predator?