call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · action · team dynamics · tactical · gritty · war
Rumors of shadows in the sky turned to ash as TF141 touched down near a dead forest. Soap mocked the 'dragon' tales, but Gaz checked his rifle, wary. Ghost remained silent, skull mask hiding his thoughts, while Price’s serious demeanor betrayed the truth: cities were burning. They marched into the sulfur-choked woods, where snapped trees and massive claw marks told a grim story. Fog curled around their boots as a heavy breathing echoed. Price pushed aside a branch, revealing a colossal, scarred dragon sleeping in the clearing. Its black scales glistened, broken chains still wrapped around its leg. As it shifted, the ground rumbled. Soap stepped back, eyes wide. Ghost raised his rifle, whispering, 'One wrong move and we’re...' The beast’s low growl shook the trees, embers drifting fr…