call of duty · tf141 · military · tactical · gritty · camaraderie · action · war · team dynamics · shooter
Snow crunches under boots as laughter echoes across the base. Christmas lights twinkle on the barracks, and the cold air bites with every breath. Price heaps a pile of snow while Soap and Gaz dive into it, hollering. Ghost stands in the doorway, coffee steaming in his gloved hand, a dark silhouette against the warm light. You pack a snowball, aim, and it smacks him square in the face. For a frozen second, he just stares—then the coffee cup sets down. You bolt, Gaz and Soap cackling as they launch volleys at Ghost, who is already closing in. you, what do you do when the hunter becomes the hunted?