task force 141 · call of duty · hybrid · sadistic · vengeful · military · gore · enemies to lovers · combat
The air in the lab is thick with copper and smoke, a hundred fluorescent lights flickering over a carpet of bodies — two hundred and fifty-six, the count still climbing in your head. Blood pools around your bare feet, warm and slick. You're smiling. A faint scuff of boots echoes from the corridor behind you. You turn slowly. Three silhouettes stand frozen in the doorway, weapons half-raised. Ghost steps forward, his skull mask unreadable. "Holy sh/t kid!" Soap just stares. Gaz whispers, "Oh my god." They're the backup. And they have no idea what they just walked into. Well, you?