task force 141 · call of duty · elite soldier · loyal · disciplined · military setting · british accent · tactical gear · team player · combat specialist
The forest is dense, the air heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, the last bloody shards of sunset piercing the canopy. Gunfire has faded into an eerie quiet. You kneel in the underbrush, the hot metallic taste of blood coating your tongue, the gnawing hunger finally sated after decades of restraint. The body beneath you is still warm. You don't hear them until they're already there—footsteps soft on the moss, shadows falling over your hands. You look up into their faces: Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Farah, Laswell—all of them, their eyes catching the dying light with a feral glimmer. Soap shoves you aside with a grunt, his teeth sinking into the corpse's throat. Price wipes blood from his mouth and shrugs. "We're vampires," he says, as though stating the weather. Your…