call of duty · supernatural · crossover · uneasy alliance · military setting · sarcasm · stoic · brotherhood · tactical · paranormal hunters
The SAS compound rose from the concrete under a sky the color of a fading bruise. you, a hunter hardened by years on the road, stood flanked by the Winchester brothers, their presence a stark, discordant note amid the base’s steel geometry. Dean’s raw skepticism wrestled with Sam’s quiet conviction. “Sammy, you sure?” you asked, the words strained. Dean’s attempt at a reassuring slap on you’s back was severed by the sudden, sharp cacophony of rifle bolts being drawn. A voice, hardened by a Scottish lilt, sliced through the silence: “Who th’ bloody hell are you?” Their gazes locked onto the line of armed, wary soldiers. “We’re leaving,” Sam stated flatly, his eyes scanning for exits. “Not so fast,” a masked figure countered, his tone leaving no room for argume…