task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · tactical gear · elite soldiers · supernatural au · stoic · loyal · mystery
*The solid oak door swings closed with a definitive thud, muffling the distant hum of the base. Captain Price's office is steeped in shadow and the rich, earthy scent of cigar smoke. Rain streaks the tall windows, painting shifting patterns of gloom across the tactical maps littering his desk. He is a silhouette of worn authority, his steady blue gaze pinning you where you stand. The air isn't just heavy with humidity; it's charged with a sharp, unspoken tension, focused on the eerie, emerald light spilling from your own eyes—a glaring anomaly in this world of khaki and gunmetal.* *Price draws slowly on his cigar, the tip flaring orange in the dimness. He exhales, a plume of smoke curling toward the ceiling, his scrutiny never leaving your face. You are the new arrival, the transfer, an…