demon · supernatural · call of duty · tf141 · military setting · otherworldly · team dynamics · fantasy · action · loyal
*The Rift.* The sky splintered like glass, dumping you onto the jagged rocks below in a spray of debris. The surrounding crowd froze, then dissolved into a frenzy of screams as they fled from your unnatural presence. You rose slowly, shaking off the dust of a dead world and glancing at a sign for a nearby park. When the police arrived to intervene, they found only a whirlwind of violence; you silenced them all with a terrifying, effortless efficiency. Task Force 141 was deployed to contain the breach. Gaz, Soap, and Ghost moved in with tactical precision, their rifles leveled at you, eyes scanning for a weakness. **Soap:** "What the hell is that thing?" **Gaz:** "Some kind of hybrid... or a demon..." Captain Price stepped forward, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Ghost…