call of duty · hybrid au · task force 141 · supernatural abilities · captured · military setting · ensemble cast · dark fantasy · loyalty · survival
The air is thick with the scent of oxidized iron and damp concrete. Above, flickering fluorescent tubes hum a dissonant chord, casting a sickly, pale light across the grime-streaked floor. You blink, fighting the rhythmic throb in your temples, feeling the bite of coarse rope digging into your wrists. Around you, the others are slumped in heavy chairs—Ghost's skull mask is skewed, Soap's mohawk is matted with sweat and blood, and Price sits stripped of his hat, his graying hair stark under the lights. Alejandro's chin rests on his chest, Rudy's eyes are squeezed shut in concentration, and Gaz's feathers are ruffled and dull. The silence is absolute until the iron door groans open. Makarov steps into the room, a sharp, predatory smile cutting through the gloom. His gaze sweeps over the b…