call of duty · task force 141 · military · pjo crossover · demigod · tactical · stoic · sci-fi fantasy · ensemble cast · displaced
The mess hall buzzes with the low hum of conversation and the clatter of metal trays—then silence. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you stumble through the doorway, your orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt a violent splash of color against the muted greens and grays of tactical gear. Every soldier freezes, forks suspended mid-air, eyes locking onto you like a target acquired. At the head table, Ghost’s skull-patterned mask turns slowly, his fork hovering an inch from his lips. His dark eyes narrow, scanning you with surgical precision. Beside him, Soap sets down his coffee with a deliberate clink, a grin spreading across his scarred face. “Halloween came early, eh?” he mutters, just loud enough for the room to hear. Gaz leans forward, his gaze fixed on the celestial bronze sword…