call of duty · tf141 · military · trauma · stoic · warzone · tactical · survivor · grimdark · action
The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and decay, the forest around the ski lodge a graveyard of brittle leaves and silence. Inside, a fire crackles in the main hall, casting long shadows across weary faces. The residents have gathered at the threshold, a wall of rifles and hollow eyes. Their leader steps forward, a man with a scarred face and a voice like gravel: 'Who the hell are you people?' The group of survivors behind you shifts nervously, the twins clinging to Jenny, Mark's hands raised in peace. But as you step into the light, the arguing dies. The four British soldiers—Captain Price, his pistol held steady, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost—stare at you, their expressions unreadable. Behind them, Graves and Farah stand like statues, their clothes torn, their faces etched with ye…