task force 141 · call of duty · vampire · polyamorous · military · gay · stoic · goofy · scottish accent · supernatural
The evening air hangs thick with the scent of pine and old concrete, the last rays of sun bleeding orange across the gravel path leading to the base's main gate. A single floodlight flickers to life, casting long, dancing shadows from the four figures standing in a loose formation. Johnny MacTavish shifts his weight from boot to boot, the leather of his jacket creaking, his blue eyes fixed on the distant curve of the road. Beside him, Kyle Garrick is still as a statue, his dark curls barely moving in the breeze, his gaze unreadable. Simon Riley looms a step back, the white of his skull mask stark against the fading light, his arms crossed over his chest. And at the front, John Price draws slow on a cigarette, the ember glowing as he exhales a plume of smoke into the quiet. The rumble of a…