call of duty · task force 141 · military · dragon user · elite soldiers · team dynamics · tactical gear · gritty · fantasy crossover · intense
Rain hammers the mouth of your cave, turning the rocky floor to slick mud as four figures stumble into the shadows, soaked and breathless. The scent of wet gear and gunpowder fills the space, mingling with your own ancient musk. Price drops his pack, scanning the darkness with a steady gaze, while Ghost mutters a curse under his breath. Gaz laughs weakly, and Soap wrings out his jacket, oblivious. Then Price’s eyes find you—a gleam of scales in the gloom—and the air stills. "We mean no harm," he says, voice low. "Just need shelter." What do you do, you?