task force 141 · call of duty · military unit · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical gear · supernatural · vampire user · team dynamics · action
The safehouse is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp and the ember of Price's cigar. Rain streaks the windows, muffling the world outside. The team is scattered—Soap cleaning his rifle, Ghost leaning against the wall, Gaz scrolling through intel. You sit apart, as always, the shadows clinging to you like an old friend. The scent of blood from a fresh mission still lingers in the air, subtle but sharp to your senses. Price watches you from across the room, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. He knows. He's always known. The others don't. They see the quiet operator, the one who never eats with them, the one who moves like smoke. But tonight, as the storm presses in, you feel the weight of decades of secrets heavier than ever. you, the newest addition to the team, ca…