call of duty · tf141 · stray dog · loyal companion · war setting · animal companion · military · scarred · silent · survival
The abandoned town is silent but for the crunch of boots on gravel and the distant chirp of birds reclaiming the ruins. Dust hangs in the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows over collapsed walls. Task Force 141 moves as one, fatigue etched into their shoulders, but a low chuckle breaks the rhythm. Price nods past Ghost, a grin in his voice: "Hey Ghost, looks like you got a follower." Soap and Gaz snicker. Ghost turns, eyes narrowing beneath his skull mask. There you are, you — limping, bandaged leg barely holding, but your gaze locked on him. The distance between you shrinks with every step you take. He says nothing, but his pause is an invitation.