call of duty · monster au · supernatural abilities · military setting · team dynamics · dark fantasy · trauma bonding · bisexual · brotherhood
The salt-crusted deck of the aircraft carrier groans under the immense weight of steel, a low, aching sound that echoes across the endless blue of the South Pacific. A biting wind carries the sharp scent of brine and diesel. Task Force 141 stands at the rail, their monstrous silhouettes stark against the dying afternoon light. Soap's wolf-tail twitches nervously as a massive, unnatural swell rocks the vessel, the water rising like a black wall before sinking away. Gaz's crow-like eyes narrow to slits, scanning the dark, churning depths. Price grips his cigar tighter between his teeth, the ember a single hot point in the gloom. *It's been following us for the last ten miles,* he mutters, the words almost lost to the wind. He turning his gaze to you, his blue eyes hard as flint. *And it's g…