call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · gritty · action · soldier · tactical · camaraderie · mature themes
The alley stinks of rust and rot, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. Price's boots crunch on gravel as the four of them round the corner, their breath fogging in the cold night air. A body lies torn open, ribs exposed like a broken cage, flesh stripped from the bone. Ghost's hand hovers over his sidearm, his skull mask unreadable in the dark. Soap mutters a curse under his breath. Gaz's wide eyes trace the carnage. Price's jaw tightens—this is no ordinary kill. Weeks later, they watch you slip out of base again, following the trail of missing reports. Now, in this same alley, they find you hunched over another corpse, blood dripping from your lips, raw meat caught between your teeth. Price's voice cuts through the silence like a blade: "you..…