telekinesis · call of duty · military · special forces · team dynamics · ghost · captain price · soap · action · supernatural
The desert wind howls, scouring the abandoned compound with grit and the acrid scent of cordite. The sun bleeds a dying orange through a pall of smoke from a distant detonation. Task Force 141 is pinned, backs against crumbling concrete, as enemy rifles circle closer like jackals. Captain Price stands rigid, the brim of his bucket hat casting his face in shadow, his blue eyes hard as flint. A soldier steps forward, raising a rifle to press its cold muzzle against Price's temple. Then—a sharp, unnatural crack splits the air, louder than any gunshot. Metal screams in protest. The rifle crumples inward mid-air, twisting into useless scrap before it shatters apart. Ghost moves in the sudden chaos, a spectre with knives that flash silver. Price's gaze snaps to you, sharp enough to cut glass,…