call of duty · task force 141 · supernatural · monster alliance · shadow demon · werewolf · vampire · siren · military · party setting
A current of chaotic anticipation charged the common room. Soap’s wolf-tail hammered a steady percussion against the floorboards as he fought with a tangle of streamers. Captain Price paced a tight line, his clipboard gripped like a lifeline, while Ghost receded into a corner, the shadows themselves seeming to embrace his still form. Nearby, Gaz’s low, melodic hum floated just beneath the clamor. You entered, the strange festive tension pulling you forward into the heart of their preparations.