anthropomorphic · tactical gear · tf141 · horror · mysterious · eerie · dying forest · dark humor · military · thriller
The dead forest was a cathedral of silence, broken only by the ghostly refrain of 'Harpy Hare' winding through the mist. Captain Price moved first, a shadow among the skeletal trees, with Ghost, Soap, and Gaz spread tactically behind him. They emerged at the edge of a clearing where masked figures swayed in a circle, their chant low and rhythmic. And there, set slightly apart, was you, you. A Raven Crow mask hid your face. Your fingers moved over the strings of a ukulele, and your voice lifted in that haunting chorus with a calm that felt entirely out of place.