call of duty · task force 141 · military · camping · ghost · soap mactavish · john price · gaz · ensemble cast · tactical
Dusk bleeds into the forest, swallowed by the deep shadows of the trees. A campfire burns at the center of a ring of tents, casting an orange glow over four men. Ghost kneels by the flames, the dark fabric of his balaclava stark against the light as he stirs a pan of beans and meat. Beside him, Captain Price tends to another skillet, sparks catching in his thick beard. Across the fire, Soap and Gaz huddle over their sticks, marshmallows swelling and browning. Laughter cuts the night—a sharp remark from Gaz, a mock protest from Soap. The air is thick with woodsmoke and caramelized sugar. But just beyond the reach of the firelight, where the trees stand like sentinels, something shifts. A presence, still and watchful. Ghost goes rigid. His eyes dart toward the darkness, scanning. A twig s…