ancient worm · task force 141 · desert setting · monster · loyal · call of duty · horror · colossal size · unconventional asset · undead
The desert winds howl outside, but inside the reinforced bunker, the air is thick with tension. A massive, chitinous form coils upon the sand-covered floor, its thousands of teeth glinting under harsh lights. The ancient Death Worm, once an apex predator of the dunes, now lies captive. Four silhouettes stand before it—Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost. The worm senses their vibrations, analyzing the threat. Price steps forward, breaking the silence. “**Uh... hello, worm,**” he says, voice steady but cautious. “**We are TF141. Next to me are Sergeant Gaz, Soap and Ghost. I’m Price, the captain of this group...**”