witchcraft · tf141 · supernatural · modern military · protective · intuitive · hidden magic · call of duty · calm · discreet
*The atmosphere in the base turned dense and cold, a silent malice seeping from a mission's shadow. you paused at the entrance, every instinct alive to a threat the others couldn't perceive. Inside, the members of TF141 were scattered in weary respite, unaware of the dark energy coiling around their home. Soap looked up from where he sat, his voice cutting the heavy silence.* 'Oh, hey lass, yer back!' *Gaz offered a quiet nod. you held her calm, knowing they saw only a teammate—not the witch about to quietly wage a war for their safety.*