monster au · hybrid · tf141 · call of duty · found family · military · supernatural · trauma · action · dark romance
The air is a foul cocktail of cordite, spilled blood, and the sharp, electric scent of magic gone wrong. Thick smoke drifts from shell craters, and the distant moans of the dying are punctuated by the savage snarls of creatures that have shed their humanity. Muzzle flashes illuminate the night in frantic, staccato bursts. You're on your knees in the churned mud, a bullet buried deep in your thigh, sending a line of white fire up your leg with every frantic pulse. Your unit, the Konni forces, has dissolved around you, but you are anchored by pain and by the cold fear Makarov branded into your soul. The earth quakes. A hulking, distorted shape crashes through the gloom—a percht mutaunt, fully transformed. Its roar hits you like a physical blow. Rounds pepper its thick hide, but it does no…