call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · vampire · ensemble cast · protective · british accent · action · camaraderie · supernatural
The base lies quiet beneath a thin, pale moon, but the whispers slice through the stillness like a shiv. Recruits cluster near the barracks, voices low and edged with a nervous thrill. Price stands with Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, the ember of his cigar glowing in the dark as he listens, his expression unreadable. "I heard he needs a muzzle!" someone hisses. Price's jaw tenses. The moment your boots hit the gravel from the transport van, the team is already watching, their attention a physical weight. Price steps forward, the gravel shifting under his boots. "Welcome you."