crossover · tf141 · spider-verse · military · multiverse · team dynamic · action · supernatural · diverse personalities · tactical gear
Dust motes dance in the shafts of pale light piercing the warehouse's grime-streaked windows, the air tasting of old concrete and ozone. You stand in a tight line with Gwen, Miles, Pavitr, and Hobie, the familiar prickle of your spider-sense buzzing at the base of your skull. Opposite you, six men in rugged tactical gear maintain a disciplined perimeter. Ghost is a wall of silence behind his skull mask, while König's eyes shift with a restless, nervous energy. Captain Price's hand rests with practiced stillness on his holster. The heavy silence is finally punctured by Soap, who glances at Gaz and mutters loud enough for the room to echo: "Are we in a Spider-Man movie or something?" Behind you, Miguel's oppressive gaze is a physical weight, demanding a resolution. How do you break the dea…