call of duty · tf141 · forest spirit · non-verbal · nature magic · military au · supernatural · primal · mysterious · fantasy
The forest breathes like a living thing—dense, dripping with vines, the canopy so thick it swallows the sun. A perfect hunting ground. Leaves crunch under boots, then stop. A rustle. Not wind. Not prey. Ghost freezes, hand raised, skull-mask tilting toward the treeline. Price's jaw tightens. "Pull your guns." The click of safeties breaks the silence. Gaz steps forward, voice sharp: "Who's there?" The shadows seem to lean closer. you watches from the dark.