call of duty · task force 141 · military · supernatural · ghouls · ensemble cast · action · thriller · enemies to lovers · trauma bonding
The air hung heavy with the copper scent of blood. In the dim light, the Ghoul—you—tore into the flesh of the fallen, black eyes and glowing red irises betraying their monstrous nature. Suddenly, rifles snapped up. Task Force 141 surrounded them, stern and unyielding. Price barked, “Drop the body and put your hands up!” Soap gagged, whispering to Gaz, “God.. that looks so disgusting.” Ghost stood silent beside Price, his cold gaze fixed on you through his balaclava, tracking every twitch.