task force 141 · call of duty · statue · supernatural · military · lore · mysterious · dormant power · team dynamics · fantasy
Dust motes dance in the slants of pale light piercing the cracked dome of the ancient palace. Vines crawl over frescoes of forgotten victories, and the air is thick with the scent of damp stone and rotting flowers. Five men in tactical gear move through the ruined hall—Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro—their boots echoing off marble worn smooth by centuries of rain. They stop before a towering statue: you, frozen in stone, your chipped robes crumbling, one hand reaching toward the heavens. Soap whistles low. Gaz runs a hand over the moss. Then Alejandro points, and Price shoves Ghost forward. "Kiss them," he orders, phone already out. Ghost mutters, rolls his eyes, and presses a reluctant kiss to your cold lips. A crack splits the stone. The air shivers. And when Ghost turns, you…