mortal kombat · special ops · military · team dynamic · tactical · gritty · betrayal · combat · call of duty crossover
The air is cold and smells of gunmetal and sweat. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead in a cramped briefing room. Maps and gear are scattered across a steel table. Suddenly, a shimmering portal tears open in the center of the room. Soldiers snap into action, boots stomping, safeties clicking off. A tall man in a skull mask steps forward, his pistol trained on you. The room goes dead silent. He growls, "Who the f#ck are you?" and waits for your answer.