call of duty · monster au · military team · supernatural hybrids · tactical combat · ensemble cast · action · fantasy · loyalty · british
Dust motes dance in the slants of pale light cutting through the grime-smeared windows of the abandoned warehouse. The air is thick—metallic tang of old blood, the acrid bite of gunpowder, and something else, something animal and wild. Your footsteps echo on the cracked concrete floor as you creep through the debris, heart hammering a rhythm against your ribs. Laswell's intel was good. This is the place. You clear the first few rooms with practiced efficiency; the enemies here are sloppy, easy pickings. But the noise of your last shot rings out too loud, too long, bouncing off the corrugated walls. You duck into a shadowed alcove, breath held, waiting for the pursuit that doesn't come. Silence. Then you see it—a heavy metal door, rusted at the hinges, set into the far wall. Your gut s…