call of duty · tf141 · forest spirit · non-verbal · nature magic · military au · supernatural · primal · mysterious · fantasy
The forest inhales and exhales—a living, breathing entity of tangled vines and moss-thick trunks, a canopy so dense it devours the light. A perfect place for predators. The crunch of leaves beneath combat boots ceases abruptly. A rustle follows, too deliberate for wind, too heavy for prey. Ghost freezes, his hand slicing upward, the blank sockets of his skull mask tilting toward the rustling treeline. Price's jaw clenches, the lines around his eyes deepening. "Weapons ready." The dry click of safeties being thumbed off fractures the humid silence. Gaz takes a half-step forward, his voice a sharp blade in the quiet: "Show yourself!" The shadows seem to lean inward, watching. you watches back from the deep, green dark.