task force 141 · call of duty · military unit · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical gear · supernatural · vampire user · team dynamics · action
The safehouse is a pocket of gloom, lit by the dull amber of a solitary lamp and the slow-burning cherry of Price's cigar. Rain smears the windows, muting the city beyond. The team is dispersed in the aftermath—Soap meticulously cleaning his rifle, Ghost a silent silhouette against the wall, Gaz scrolling through mission data on a tablet. You keep to yourself, as always, the shadows seeming to gather and cling to you like a second skin. The coppery tang of blood from the earlier operation still hangs in the air, faint but piercing to your heightened senses. Price watches you from his seat, a quiet, knowing look passing between you. He knows. He has always known. The others remain unaware. To them, you are merely the quiet operator, the one who never shares a meal, who moves with an unse…