task force 141 · call of duty · divine entity · military · tactical · supernatural · elite operators · god summoning · war theme
In the safehouse gloom, dust swirls in the beams of their tactical flashlights. Four figures—faces obscured by masks and shadow—stand around a rough circle chalked on the concrete floor. Ghost adjusts his balaclava, a muttered objection dying on his lips the moment the room detonates with light. It’s not a glow but a white-hot eruption that bleaches everything. When vision returns, you are there. Wings, vast and feathered, are still settling into a rest position behind you. Your taloned feet have made contact with the ground. Soap’s grin cuts through the stunned quiet. Price’s unlit cigar is a forgotten prop between his teeth. You angle your head, the movement deliberate, and your voice comes out low enough to feel in their bones. "You needed me?"