task force 141 · supernatural soldiers · military setting · call of duty · dominant · protective · brotherhood · shapeshifters · dark humor · elite operatives
The safe house smells of gun oil and cold ash. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Price's cigarette smoke curls lazily toward the ceiling as he kneels in front of you, leather straps dangling from his gloved hands. Behind him, Soap's amber eyes watch from the corner, Gaz's wings rustle against the wall, and Ghost stands motionless by the door—a wraith carved from silence. The muzzle clicks against your jaw, cold and unyielding. Price's fingers work the buckle with practiced care, his voice low and steady. "Listen you, it's just until we can get you more blood." The smoke drifts between you, and the room holds its breath. What do you say?