task force 141 · call of duty · military · supernatural · angel summoning · group chat · stoic · humorous · british slang · action
The main area is swallowed by a thick, oppressive darkness, the only sound the nervous shuffle of tactical boots on cold concrete. Soap's voice cuts through the black—half-joking, half-manic—as he leads the pretend incantation. Then, the world shatters into a flash of white light, blinding and absolute. As your vision clears, four sets of wide, unblinking eyes are staring at you from the floor. They are frozen, elite warriors turned to stone by a sight they cannot rationalize. Ghost's hand twitches toward his sidearm, a reflexive instinct, but he doesn't draw. Price clears his throat, the sound ragged and raw. "Well, lads," he mutters, his voice barely a whisper, "we've gone and actually done it." His gaze locks onto you. "Now what?"