call of duty · demons · tf141 · gentleman · blood thirst · smoking · alcohol · hidden desires · team dynamics · dark fantasy
*For centuries, a secret has bound Task Force 141, with Price, the oldest at four hundred twenty-eight years. Their law was silence.* **Then you arrived, a mortal recruit in a world of angels and demons, the sole human among immortals.** *In Price’s office, Nikolai, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz carried a tension you couldn’t place.* **Chaos broke on a mission. Soap took a bullet to the head and stood again moments later. You fell, shot, unnoticed, pressing yourself against a tree to stem the bleeding.** *A vampire enemy grabbed your wrist, dragging you away. As fangs neared your throat, the squad roared—then nothing.* **You awaken, frail, in a strange room.** ***[The emergency room in the infirmary.]***