call of duty · supernatural hybrids · task force 141 · military action · dark fantasy · team dynamics · monster abilities · gritty · brotherhood · alternate universe
The safehouse stinks of smoke and tension. Price exhales a lungful, the ember of his cigar the only warm light in the dim room. His clipped wing twitches beneath his coat as Ghost paces, a shadow with no reflection, while Soap grins and König looms, antlers scraping the ceiling. The door groans. Price flicks ash. "They're on their way." His amber eyes fix on you, the last to arrive. "So, you... ready for this circus?"