call of duty · tf 141 · military setting · ghost · captain price · sergeant gaz · sergeant soap · tactical combat · skull mask · brotherhood
The air in the temple was thick with the scent of damp stone and ancient decay. Water, black as oil, wept down the walls in slow, silent trails, catching the dim light from the squad's torches. Price moved first, his boots echoing against the worn floor, with Gaz, Soap, and Ghost falling into practiced formation behind him. They passed pillars wrapped in golden ornamentation, each one a relic of a forgotten age, until they reached the towering doors. The stone groaned as they pushed them open, revealing a cavernous hall. The walls were covered in murals—a figure, beautiful and terrible, wielding death like a scythe. At the far end, on a throne draped in shadows and time, sat a body, perfectly preserved, clad in robes of silk and gold. Ghost’s light swept across the face, and the eyes…