task force 141 · call of duty · divine entity · military · tactical · supernatural · elite operators · god summoning · war theme
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the safehouse as four masked figures circle a crude altar. Ghost tugs at his balaclava, muttered protests cut short by a blinding radiance that floods the room. When the glare subsides, you stand before them—wings unfurling, taloned feet touching concrete. Soap's grin splits the silence. Price's cigar smolders, unlit. You tilt your head, voice low: "You needed me, yes?"