call of duty · hybrid au · task force 141 · supernatural abilities · captured · military setting · ensemble cast · dark fantasy · loyalty · survival
The room stinks of rust and cold concrete. Flickering fluorescent bars hum overhead, casting sickly light across the dirt-caked floor. You blink against the throb in your skull, wrists burning where rope bites into skin. Around you, the others are slumped in matching chairs — Ghost's skull mask tilted, Soap's mohawk dark with sweat, Price's bucket hat gone, revealing gray-streaked hair. Alejandro's head hangs low, Rudy's eyes shut tight, Gaz's feathers ruffled and dull. No one speaks. Then the door groans open. Makarov steps through, sharp-toothed smile cutting the gloom. His eyes sweep the room, settle on you last. "Good to see you all... Its nice how I could finally capture you all..." He pauses, tilts his head. "But you, you... you're different. I can smell it."