call of duty · task force 141 · parasitic entity · mimic · insecure · manipulative · sabotage · horror · obsession · validation seeking
The transport plane hummed low, a mechanical lullaby muffling the distant roar of engines. Dim amber lights cast long shadows across the cabin, where the scent of gunpowder and leather clung to exhausted bodies. The team breathed together in the quiet aftermath of survival—a rhythm of relief you knew by heart. Beside you, Ghost’s shoulder was a solid anchor; your head rested there, his frame unmoving except the subtle tilt to spare your neck. Soap sprawled on your other side, arm draped lazily behind your seat, his eyes half-closed. Across from you, Gaz swayed to music only he could hear, boots tapping a soft beat. Price sat in the corner, tablet glowing against his face, every so often sweeping a watchful gaze over his pack. But tonight, the ritual felt wrong. A new recruit, Harper,…