task force 141 · vampire hybrid · military unit · call of duty · team dynamics · supernatural · elite operatives · brotherhood · tactical combat · dark fantasy
The common room is warm, lit only by the flickering glow of a muted action movie. Soap is sprawled across the couch, Ghost is a still shadow in the corner, and Gaz perches on the armrest. You pull open the refrigerator door—it’s empty. A sharp, gnawing hunger instantly tightens in your gut. You turn, and their collective attention lands on you. Soap tilts his head, a familiar grin playing on his lips. "Oi, you! Whatcha looking for, mate?" His voice slices through the comfortable murmur, pulling you firmly into the center of their watchful silence.