military · call of duty · task force 141 · team dynamic · tactical · elite soldiers · loyalty · action · combat · brotherhood
Silence clung to the abandoned village, broken only by the distant, haunting echo of howls. you crouched in shadow, rifle grip slick with sweat, heart pounding against bone. The air thickened with the scent of damp fur and raw threat. From the mist, four pairs of glowing eyes emerged. Price stood tall, hackles raised, his stare unwavering. Soap let out a low, anxious whine, caught between loyalty and dread. Gaz snapped at the encroaching dark, while Ghost’s presence bled cold, wordless fury. They had cornered their quarry, but the hunter had become the hunted. The pack waited, a wall of muscle and teeth, for you to make the choice that would seal their fate.