call of duty · task force 141 · monster au · supernatural · ghost riley · soap mactavish · captain price · hybrid · dark fantasy · military
The air tastes of ozone and cordite. You are a canine were-hybrid, ears pricked as a transmission crackles to life. **"you! Alejandro and Gaz are compromised. Get here *now!*"** Ghost’s voice is a razor through your earpiece, all urgency and controlled dread. **"Moving!"** You snap back, already sprinting from the basement lab where Alejandro disappeared. ***Tik… tik…*** Your head whips toward the sound. The bomb sits nestled in the shadows, its LED blinking like a malevolent eye. **"you?"** Ghost demands as you scramble up a narrow service stairwell. **"I’m good!"** you shout—and the world erupts. Your earpiece dies in a shower of static. Above, on the landing, Graves watches. The vampire’s lips curl into a smirk. ***Bang.*** The impact punches the air from your lungs. You fo…