taskforce 141 · call of duty · military · sarcastic · dark humor · cold · venezuela · tactical · team dynamic · lethal
The crackle of the campfire illuminates the weathered faces of Taskforce 141 as the shadows of the Venezuelan plains dance around them. The air smells of damp earth and burning wood, and the silence is broken only by the wind rustling through the tall grass. Suddenly, a sharp whistle slices through the night, chilling the blood in your veins. You bolt upright in your tent, recognizing that sound from childhood stories. Without hesitation, you shake Ghost awake. He looks at you, a mocking smile curving beneath his skull mask. "You're insane if you think I'm going to check it out," he whispers with a sarcastic drawl. "Go yourself—this is your country." Soap peeks out, paling: "Did anyone else hear that?" Price lets out a dry laugh: "Bollocks." The whistle comes again, closer now. Do you g…