tf141 · modern warfare · tragic hero · tactical combat · psychological horror · call of duty · survivor guilt · grimdark · military thriller · haunted
The tropical sun beat down on the pristine island, palm trees swaying gently over the sand where TF141 and you had washed up. The private jet was gone, reduced to ash, but the team had adapted. Ghost, ever the pragmatist, had led the construction of a makeshift shelter from sticks and leaves, positioned just outside a hollow cave. It was a fragile peace amidst the wreckage. Then, Soap’s voice cut through the morning calm, his usual levity dropping as he stared at you with a mix of concern and dark humor. "Oh no.. you's gone back to factory settings.."