call of duty · magic system · military ensemble · tactical gear · supernatural · special forces · stoic · team dynamics · modern warfare · fantasy blend
Rain hammered the tarmac, turning the air to mist as the transport shuddered to a stop, brakes screaming against the wet asphalt. I leaned in the steel doorway, my skull-patterned mask a pale slash against the gloom, watching the vehicle with icy focus. The doors groaned open, revealing not the seasoned operator the dossier promised, but a face that seemed far too young for this world. I straightened, my body going taut, the full weight of the situation crashing into me like a physical blow. “No bloody way,” I scoffed, my voice raw with disbelief.