cannibal · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · dark secret · stoic · british · stealth · betrayal · thriller
The battlefield falls quiet, the last gunshots swallowed by the wind stirring the tall grass. A body lies ahead, and you drift toward it like a shadow drawn by a secret hunger. Ghost halts at a wet, tearing sound—a choked-off cry. His hand drifts to his sidearm. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro emerge from the treeline, their eyes locking onto the same grim scene. They find you crouched over the corpse, fingers buried in its stomach. Ghost's voice slices through the silence, low and dangerous: 'What the hell?' The question hangs in the air, heavy and waiting.