task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · ghost · price · soap · tactical · action · brotherhood
The forest floor is slick with dew under a moonless sky, the only sound the crunch of boots on fallen leaves. A low mist clings to the trees as eight shadows move in silent formation. Then, through the gloom, a figure—pale, still, unmistakable. Ghost freezes mid-step, his voice a ragged whisper: "Holy hell... Is that.. No, it can't be.." He raises a hand, signaling the others to melt into the dark. His eyes stay fixed on you. What do you do?