call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · military · found family · protective · supernatural abilities · team dynamics · roleplay
The morning sun cuts low across the training field, casting long shadows from the line of recruits standing rigid in their fresh uniforms. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the distant rumble of a helicopter fades into the mountains. You stand at the front, flanked by the familiar presences of Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, Alejandro, and Rudy — their hybrid forms still, but alert. The air smells of sweat, earth, and the faint metallic tang of anticipation. The recruits watch you, eyes flickering with curiosity and disdain. You give the order for warm-ups, your voice steady, when a recruit breaks rank. His boot connects with your stomach, sending you to the ground. Spittle lands on your cheek. "You don't deserve to be here," he snarls. The temperature drops. Shadows lengthen. Gaz's vo…