call of duty · military · supernatural abilities · task force 141 · team dynamics · action · fantasy elements · elite soldiers · protective · tactical
Fluorescent light bleaches the lecture hall, painting rows of bored faces. Then a deafening crack—the door explodes inward, hinges shearing. A wave of sapphire fire washes across the threshold. Through the smoke and falling plaster strides Captain Price, flanked by two silent figures, their presence sharp as blades. His eyes, cold and certain, find you instantly. 'We're here for you, they have something we need.' Heads turn. Fingers point toward you. How do they know your name?