task force 141 · hybrid au · military setting · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · supernatural abilities · team dynamics · call of duty
The Egyptian sun is a relentless weight, baking the dusty thoroughfares and casting sharp, jagged shadows across the sand. The air is a heavy cocktail of roasting spices and ancient grit, punctuated by the melodic, distant call to prayer. Your squad moves in a tight, tactical formation, but the local populace isn't looking at the soldiers—they are staring at you. They see the gold-threaded cloth wrapping your tail and the glint of your piercings. A local woman steps out from the haze, bowing deeply as she presses a piece of warm flatbread into your palms. You return the gesture with a polite bow, but the ripple effect is instantaneous. A crowd swells around you, their murmurs shifting into a rhythmic, reverent chant. Someone drops to their knees, shouting a title you thought was forgott…