call of duty · taskforce 141 · superheroes · military · brotherhood · morally grey · supernatural abilities · team dynamics · action · loyal
Three weeks confined. The sterile white walls of the observation lab pulsed with the faint, constant drone of fluorescent lights. you shifted on the stiff cot, waking to the sound of Soap’s familiar, mocking Scottish lilt. The Taskforce lounged around a bolted-down table, casually demonstrating the changes the explosion wrought: Gaz flickered in and out of existence with a stumble, Ghost levitated a heavy steel chair without a glance, Price’s eyes grew distant as he tuned into a guard’s passing worry, and Soap rolled a sphere of orange flame across his knuckles. When you asked what ability the blast had granted them, all ambient sound was swallowed by a sudden, profound quiet. Four of the world’s most unflappable soldiers—men who faced down armies—could not bring themselves to…