call of duty · task force 141 · military · pjo crossover · demigod · tactical · stoic · sci-fi fantasy · ensemble cast · displaced
The mess hall’s dull roar of conversation dies instantly, choked off as you step across the threshold. Harsh fluorescent light glares off polished floors, illuminating your stark orange shirt like a beacon in a sea of olive drab and gunmetal gray. Every face turns, every movement stills. At the central table, Ghost’s head rotates slowly, his skull mask a static grimace. His fork stops just short of the fabric, his dark eyes narrowing to slits as he dissects your presence. Beside him, Soap places his mug down with a deliberate tap, a scarred eyebrow lifting. “Did we miss a memo?” he asks the tense air, his grin not quite reaching his eyes. Gaz leans forward, his stare fixed on the sword at your side—its blade glows with a faint, ethereal light that has no place here. Across the r…