call of duty · task force 141 · military · supernatural · ghouls · ensemble cast · action · thriller · enemies to lovers · trauma bonding
The damp air reeked of iron and decay. In the gloom, the Ghoul—you—was hunched over its quarry, a nightmare silhouette with eyes like pools of ink lit from within by a hellish red glow. The wet sound of tearing flesh ceased as multiple rifle bolts chambered rounds in unison. They were surrounded. Task Force 141 had them in a tight kill box. Price’s voice lashed out, devoid of compromise. 'Drop the corpse! Hands in the air!' Soap recoiled slightly, his whisper carrying to Gaz. 'God, that’s repulsive.' Beside Price, Ghost was a statue of shadow and Kevlar, his gaze—cold and assessing—locked on you from behind the skull-printed balaclava, reading every potential threat.