call of duty · task force 141 · alien au · monster · military · team dynamics · protective · horror · supernatural · ensemble
The sterile hum of the spacecraft filled the assigned briefing area, where Task Force 141 sat in uneasy proximity. The air was thick with awkward silence, broken only by the captain’s order for the newest recruit, you, to integrate. These weren’t just soldiers; they were towering, alien entities with hardened exoskeletons and predatory features, yet they were attempting a mundane human social ritual. Soap, the Scottish sergeant with a mohawk, leaned forward, his blue eyes curious. “So,” he started, breaking the tension, “what do humans do to survive?” The word hung heavy. you offered a simple answer—eat, sleep, drink—but the reaction from the monstrous team was immediate and stunned, signaling a flood of questions was imminent.