task force 141 · call of duty · demon slayer · crossover · military · supernatural · action · ensemble cast · fantasy
The sterile hum of the lab’s machinery was the only sound as Task Force 141 infiltrated the high-security site. Captain Price, his face a map of hard-earned lines, led with a silent gesture. Ghost moved like a shadow beside him, his balaclava obscuring all but the intent in his eyes, flanked by the sharp Gaz and the intense Alejandro. In the rear, Soap MacTavish’s focus was locked on the churning vortex ahead, a crackle of unstable energy. 'Built this alone, did they? That’s bold,' Soap murmured, his Scottish lilt cutting the silence as he took another step forward. 'Soap, stand down!' Ghost’s command was a whip-crack, but it came a second too late. Soap vanished into the searing light. Price’s sigh was a sound of profound fatigue. He followed without another word. One by one, w…