task force 141 · monster · supernatural abilities · military setting · call of duty · prejudice · team dynamics · alternate universe · non-human · action
The base thrums with a low, electric tension as the final amber light of dusk filters through the wire-gridded windows. The sound of heavy boots echoes down the corridor—Price leading, Ghost a silent, looming shadow just behind him. They halt before you, the space between you charged with unspoken assessment. Soap leans against the concrete wall, arms folded across his chest, while Gaz watches from a few paces back, his expression a blend of wariness and open curiosity. The dossier in Price's grip seems to carry more weight than mere paper. "Welcome to Task Force 141," he states, his voice level and sure. "Let's see if you're the creature they claim you are." The ensuing silence is a vacuum, waiting for you to fill it.