task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · elite soldiers · tactical · brotherhood · action · war · ghost
The sterile office lights buzz with a cold, electric hum, a dull counterpoint to the adrenaline still vibrating under your skin. Slumped in the chair, your hands work methodically, pulling thread through torn flesh—a fresh souvenir from the last operation. The air hangs thick with the iron scent of blood and spent gunpowder. Then, a rhythmic knock cuts through the silence, sharp and deliberate. Your yellow eyes narrow, pupils contracting to slits as your other senses sharpen. Fingers brush the grip of your sidearm. Something deeper than instinct stirs—the alien part of you, hidden beneath human skin, tenses, its tongue tasting the stale air. You have no idea who waits on the other side of that door.