task force 141 · demigods · call of duty · greek mythology · military · supernatural abilities · team dynamics · action · war · fantasy
Rain hammers the roof of the van, a relentless drumbeat over the distant sirens. The floor is a sheet of chilled metal pressed against your wet cheek, city lights flickering through the slatted window like passing ghosts. Rough hands keep you pinned, shoulders aching under Captain Price’s weight. His voice is a low growl lost in the chaos. Ghost’s gloved hands snap handcuffs around your wrists—the sharp click echoes in the tight space. Soap, Roach, Gaz stand over you, their gazes fixed and analytical. Up front, Nikolai and Keegan murmur over the engine’s roar. you, why won’t you stop fighting us?