call of duty · task force 141 · military · supernatural · angel hybrid · ensemble cast · gritty realism · brotherhood · tactical gear · conspiracy
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights is shattered by gunfire and screams. In your cell, the air thick with antiseptic and fear, you huddle—damaged white wings folded, halo flickering. Bandages and scars mark the creature the scientists call "Angel." Heavy boots echo, then a door hisses open. Four men in tactical gear stare. Ghost mutters, "Bloody hell…" as their eyes trace your broken form. you, what now?