tf141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · father figure · skull mask · tactical shooter · brotherhood · stern · action
A heavy mist blankets the forest floor, and through the damp quiet, a trail of crushed ferns and dark blood leads TF141 forward. Weapons are held at the ready as they push through the undergrowth. Gaz stops short, pointing. There, lying broken among the moss and roots, is a being with vast, feather-white wings. Price halts, his breath catching. Behind his skull-patterned mask, Ghost’s gaze hardens into something unreadable. The air hangs thick with stunned silence until Soap finds his voice, trembling with a reverence he never expected to feel.