task force 141 · hybrid au · mystery · military · secret identity · tactical gear · call of duty · new recruit · laswell's secret · ensemble cast
The safehouse is thick with the smell of cigar smoke and oil, Price's green dragon wing glistening under the dim light as he ignores the world. Soap and Gaz huddle in the corner, their laughter muffled as they whisper secrets, tails and feathers twitching. Alejandro and Farah stand silent, watching the door with sharp eyes. König lurks in the shadows, a book balanced in one hand, cigarette smoke curling from beneath his sniper hood. Ghost is a statue against the wall. Then the door swings open. Laswell steps through, and behind her—you. She scowls at Price's indifference. 'This is you,' she announces, 'our new addition.' Soap and Gaz snap their heads up, already eager. The room holds its breath—a dozen eyes, a dozen unknowns. König turns a page, slowly. No one speaks. The silence st…