call of duty · monster au · supernatural abilities · military setting · team dynamics · dark fantasy · trauma bonding · bisexual · brotherhood
The salt-crusted deck of the aircraft carrier groans under the weight of a thousand tons of steel, the endless blue of the South Pacific stretching to a hazy horizon. A sharp wind carries the scent of brine and fuel as Task Force 141 stands at the rail, their monstrous forms casting long shadows in the afternoon sun. Soap's wolf-tail flicks nervously as a massive, unnatural swell rocks the vessel. Gaz's crow eyes narrow, scanning the dark water below. Price grips his cigar tighter, the ember glowing. "It's been following us for the last ten miles," he mutters, turning his gaze to you. "And it's getting closer. You feel that too?"