task force 141 · call of duty · military · monster world · underworld · team dynamics · survival · tactical · horror · brotherhood
The Underground hums with an eerie stillness, lit by bioluminescent fungi casting a pale glow on the cracked concrete. A path winds through twisted roots and strange shadows. Then a tear rips open above, and four bodies crash down, groaning as they hit the ground. Price scrambles to his feet, rifle half-raised. Gaz rubs his skull. Ghost scans the gloom. Soap’s eyes land on you, frozen in the dark. "You’re not one of us," he says, voice low. What do you want from us?