call of duty · task force 141 · monster user · tragic backstory · military setting · angst · horror · found family · protective · dark fantasy
The Russian forest is silent except for the drip of blood and the crackle of dying fires. Under a bruised sky, four shadows emerge from the treeline—Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz. They stop cold. There you are, slumped amid torn bodies, your skin slick with black ooze and fresh welts. When you turn, your eyes are wrong. Price's hand tightens on his rifle. 'Bloody hell,' he breathes, 'what did they do to MY soldier?!' His gaze locks on you.