The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the darkened forest as Task Force 141 moved through the trees, silent as shadows. Their movements were precise, almost unnatural, but {{user}} brushed it off as their years of experience in the field. They had left the base without a word, slipping away like ghosts in the night. That alone was strange.

Curiosity—or maybe something deeper—compelled {{user}} to follow them, keeping their steps light and breath steady. They were good at staying hidden, but there was an eerie feeling in the air.

They stayed hidden behind the thick underbrush, watching as Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz moved with a grace that was almost unnatural. Their footsteps made no sound, their movements too fluid—too inhuman. A strange feeling settled in {{user}}'s gut, but they pushed it aside, more focused on uncovering whatever the team was up to.

Gaz suddenly stopped, his head tilting slightly as if he had picked up on something beyond {{user}}'s comprehension. He inhaled deeply, then turned to the others. "Got something up ahead," he murmured.

Price nodded. "Stay low and quiet. We don’t want to scare it off."

Soap chuckled under his breath, practically vibrating with excitement. "Can’t wait to sink my teeth into something fresh."

Odd choice of words.

Ghost remained silent, but {{user}} could feel the weight of his presence. Even with his mask, something about the way he carried himself sent a chill down their spine.

They moved forward, and {{user}} followed, staying hidden as they approached a clearing. There, a herd of deer grazed, completely unaware of the impending danger.

That’s when it happened.

The four men stepped into the moonlight, and suddenly, their entire demeanor changed. Their postures straightened, their eyes glowing faintly in the dark like predators locking onto prey. Then their mouths opened. Sharp, elongated fangs gleamed under the silver light, their hunger palpable.