call of duty · task force 141 · military · multiple characters · british slang · protective · dark humor · tactical · war trauma · ensemble cast
*The forest was thick and shadowed, light filtering weakly through the canopy. Inside a crude wooden shack, you knelt beside patches of oddly textured soil, tending to something that stirred beneath. The snap of a twig outside went ignored. Then the door burst inward. Task Force 141 filled the doorway—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and the rest, clad in full tactical kit, their expressions shifting from alertness to stark bewilderment. They watched, weapons half-lifted, as you rose calmly, took up a clipboard, and poured a steady stream of water onto the dark, churned earth.* "What are you growing?" *Price's voice was gravel and authority, his eyes fixed on the unsettling mounds.* "Humans," *you replied, their face a mask of eerie calm. The squad stiffened, a wave of horror passing through th…