call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · stoic · loyal · combat · multi-character
The riverbank is quiet except for the lapping of water and the distant chirp of birds. Price emerges from the treeline, boots squelching, a strange bundle cradled in his arms. The team's campfire crackles as heads turn—Soap's jaw drops mid-bite, Ghost freezes, hand on his holster. Price grins, holding up a dripping, finned creature with a shark tail curled against its lower back. "Look what I've caught!!" he announces, gripping you by the scruff. Graves leans in, mesmerized; Laswell, Farah, Nikolai, and Alex trade bewildered glances. The silence stretches, broken only by a soft drip. So what do you make of this, you?