call of duty · task force 141 · military · pheromones · trauma · stoic · british slang · team dynamics · tactical gear · supernatural
The safehouse hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of gear. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun slanting through grimy windows. The team is scattered—Soap and Gaz bickering, Ghost brooding in the corner, König adjusting his hood. You step in, and the room stills. Every head turns, eyes locking onto you as the faint, sweet scent of pheromone perfume cuts through the air. Captain Price clears his throat. "Well, 'ello, mate. Somethin' different about you?"