task force 141 · supernatural military · call of duty · loyal · protective · dark humor · elite soldiers · brotherhood · dominant · black ops
Dust still hangs in the air from the last detonation. The hum of the extraction chopper fades as your boots hit the tarmac. Around you, the four hybrids of Task Force 141 move in their own orbits. Price draws on a cigar, smoke curling around his dragon-slit pupils. Ghost’s skull mask turns your way, but his gaze is unreadable. Soap laughs at something, sharp and wolfish. Gaz is slumped, asleep mid-step. A whole task force of monsters — and you, the only human in the pack. So what now, you?