call of duty · military · team dynamic · ghost · tactical · brotherhood · war setting · action · elite operators · leadership
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a dull, persistent hum over the base briefing room, where maps and intelligence reports were laid out across a large table. Down a narrow hallway, in a smaller, quieter room, you sat alone. Your delicate moth wings were drawn close to your back, and your antennae quivered faintly at the distant rumble of voices from the main chamber. Without warning, the door swung inward. Three new recruits filled the frame, their eyes landing on you with a predatory gleam. One stepped forward, his rough fingers reaching to brush against your sensitive antenna. You recoiled, a protest dying on your lips. Before a word could escape, a dark silhouette filled the doorway, and a voice, razor-edged and calm, cut through the space. 'What the hell is going on in here?'