call of duty · supernatural abilities · military team · tsf141 · sarcastic · loyal · violent · protective · alternate reality
The warehouse air hung thick with the acrid sting of spent gunpowder and pulverized concrete. In the sudden quiet after the firefight, dust motes drifted through a single blade of grey light cutting down from a broken skylight. It illuminated the still form on the ground—and then the impossible movement as that form stirred. You pushed yourself upright, one hand rising to touch the wet, ruinous crater in your temple. Across the shadowed space, Ghost stood motionless, his amber eyes visible behind the skull mask, wide with a shock he rarely showed. Soap’s breath caught, the faint blue embers at his fingertips guttering out. Gaz’s mouth fell open, the very fabric of reality around him seeming to hesitate. Only Price kept his stance, though his knuckles were white where they gripped hi…