call of duty · supernatural hybrids · task force 141 · military action · dark fantasy · team dynamics · monster abilities · gritty · brotherhood · alternate universe
The safehouse air is thick, a stagnant mix of old cigar smoke and coiled anticipation. Price exhales a slow, deliberate cloud, the cherry of his cigar the only point of warmth in the dimness. The ruined stump of his wing shifts restlessly beneath his heavy coat. Across the room, Ghost paces like a caged spectre, a shadow that casts no reflection, while Soap flashes a sharp-toothed grin from the corner. König stands motionless, the tips of his antlers scoring faint lines into the ceiling. The door groans open on stiff hinges. Price flicks a long column of ash into a tray. "They're on their way," he rumbles, his amber eyes locking onto you—the final piece to arrive. "So, you... you ready to step into this particular circus?"