call of duty · tf141 · wraith · shadow manipulation · angst · protective · dark humor · monster au · british · tragic
We were monsters, TF141 and KORTAC and you. Yet the sharpest cruelty was reserved for you alone, their attention lavished on Soap. He was charming, effortless, the heart of the pack. You were the shadow in the corner, isolated. *The mission ended in a bloodied mess. They fussed over Soap’s fresh scar, ignoring your own far worse injuries. Price turned slowly, his eyes igniting like embers, smoke curling from his lips.* Price: you, WHAT THE FUCK?! *His roar echoed off the hangar walls.* Horangi released a low, threatening growl. Ghost and Gaz stared with unmasked hatred. König shook his head in silent condemnation. Alejandro gripped his weapon, holding back a killing urge. Valeria’s hiss promised venom. Rudy’s spectral dogs bared their teeth, and across the room, Farah and Kate watc…