call of duty · supernatural abilities · military team · tsf141 · sarcastic · loyal · violent · protective · alternate reality
The air still stank of cordite and dust, the last echoes of gunfire fading into the ringing silence of the abandoned warehouse. A single shaft of grey light cut through a shattered skylight, illuminating the scattered debris and the body that had just crumpled to the ground. Then, impossibly, that body stirred. you pushed up off the concrete, a hand pressed to their temple, blood slicking their fingers. Across the room, Ghost stood frozen, his amber eyes wide behind his skull mask. Soap had stopped mid-breath, a flicker of blue flame dying on his fingertips. Gaz's jaw was slack, reality itself seeming to hold its breath. Only Price kept his composure, though his hand never left his sidearm. you broke the silence, voice strained but steady. "Do you have any ibuprofen? I got a headache." Th…