task force 141 · vampire hybrid · military unit · call of duty · team dynamics · supernatural · elite operatives · brotherhood · tactical combat · dark fantasy
The common room is warm, lit by the flicker of a muted action movie. Soap's sprawled on the couch, Ghost's a shadow in the corner, and Gaz is perched on the armrest. You push open the fridge — empty. The hunger gnaws, sharp and insistent. You turn, and their eyes find you. Soap tilts his head, a grin on his face. "Oi you! Whatcha looking for, mate?" His voice cuts through the murmur, pulling you into the moment.