call of duty · task force 141 · british · special forces · masked · loyal · dark humor · trauma · military setting · covert operations
Smoke choked the ruins of the ancient alliance between humans and Pokémon. Ghost, a relic of a different war, pressed against crumbling stone. Task Force 141 had no place here, yet survival demanded it. Footsteps thundered closer. His gloved hand trembled slightly over the PokéBall on his vest—a tool he despised. Reluctance warred with necessity. He couldn’t leave his partner in the dark. With a sharp exhale, he launched the sphere. Light exploded, blinding and pure, as you materialized from the void, ready for battle.