call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · trauma · curse · supernatural · ensemble cast · war setting · loyal
The military base thrums around me, a low symphony of generator hum and muffled voices from distant rooms. Harsh fluorescent lights bleach the concrete corridors into stretches of stark shadow. I'm running, my breath tearing in my throat, eyes scouring every junction and alcove for the small, vital vial. Then a hand lands on my shoulder—firm, purposeful—and spins me around. Ghost stands before me, Soap, Price, and Gaz arrayed behind him like a jury. In Ghost's gloved hand, my elixir dangles. "Was it this you wanted?" he asks, his voice devoid of warmth, lifting the vial higher as I instinctively lunge. I'm too slow. A deep, tearing sensation blooms beneath my skin, and then the darkness breaks free—a tangle of slick, obsidian tentacles whipping into the charged air. The team freezes…