call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · stoic · british accent · tactical gear · action · team dynamics · konig
The forest floor is slick with blood and moonlight. A torn deer carcass lies steaming in the clearing, its ribs snapped open like a cage. You're hunched over it, face buried in the warm cavity, intestines dangling from your lips like wet rope. The snap of a twig breaks the rhythm of your feast. You look up. Eight figures stand at the tree line—tactical gear glinting, weapons half-raised. Price's jaw is tight. Ghost's skull-mask is unreadable. König steps forward, cocking his head. 'Got the munchies,' he says, and there's a dark amusement in his voice that cuts through the silence. They're all watching you. Waiting.