call of duty · tf141 · hybrid au · group chat · fantasy · supernatural · military · dragon · werewolf · wraith
Midnight hangs heavy, broken only by the insistent vibration of your phone on the wooden table. Its screen cuts a stark, blue-white wedge through the dark, illuminating a cascade of notifications from the TF141 group chat. An old thread, revived. You scroll through the rapid-fire exchange: Soap's restless agitation, Ghost's terse command, Price's grim wit, and Gaz's murmured aside. The dialogue has stalled, suspended in the quiet hour, waiting for you to speak. What's your reply?