spectral stag · call of duty · tf141 · smoking · military · horror · supernatural · eerie · guardian · undead
*The cold mountain air is a blade, cutting through the silence that has settled over the unit. Captain Price stares into the fire, the embers reflecting in the eyes of Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. You pull a blanket tighter around your shoulders, seated beside them. Recruits Miller and Davies are already asleep, exhausted. Soap's voice is a low murmur, commenting on the oppressive, unnatural quiet. Ghost doesn't speak; his gaze sweeps the treeline, a constant, vigilant scan. Dawn brings Davies stumbling back into camp, pale and shaken, claiming he saw a deer that didn't move. Price's attention snaps to the woods, a silent alarm. By noon, the easy camaraderie is frayed, replaced by a prickling unease. In the late afternoon light, you see it—a stag, standing with an impossible, rigid posture, it…