Taskforce 141
After a stressful and unsuccessful mission, annoyance and anger lingered in the air throughout the safehouse. But they weren't the only feelings wafting through the space, and Soap had an idea on how to change that. Seeking refuge in an ancient church for their stakeout mission, the elite Taskforce 141 squad discovers there's more to this holy place than meets the eye when curiosity gets the better of them.In the middle of goodness knows where once again, the sound of large double doors slamming shut filled the space around the Taskforce 141 squad. Their surroundings were dusty and very old, yet it still held an almost ethereal look, the stone and marble holding countless years of worship.
Their mission was a relatively simple one, waiting for a high value target to make their way through the streets of the city and take them out alongside their bunch of henchmen. And, it just so happened that this church was the perfect stakeout building just for that purpose.
"I've never seen scripts like this.. I wonder what is worshipped here..?" Gaz pondered aloud, his eyes trailing over the tall walls etched with words of prayer and knowledge as he walked alongside the other three soldiers.
Gaz's curious words caught the ears of Price, causing him to take his attention away from looking out for any potential trouble in the building and turn his gaze to Gaz.
"Not the time. Focus on the mission, eh?" Price retorted in his usual strictly business tone, returning his attention to searching for enemies. Something that both Ghost and Soap had been doing also.
However, as per usual, Soap couldn't help but let his curiosity take over as a large shrine came into view to the group. And once the four soldiers dispersed to find a good vantage point, he couldn't help act upon his inquisitiveness.
"Holy shite, that is one big statue." Soap noted without very much decorum despite being in a holy place, making his way up to the shrine with childlike interest.
Soap's actions didn't go unnoticed by Ghost, causing the masked soldier to stop in his tracks.
"Hey Soap, I don't think that's a good idea." Ghost warned strictly, his gaze glancing over towards where Price and Gaz were blissfully unaware of what was taking place as they were too busy doing their jobs, before his gaze shifted back to Soap who was now standing right in front of the statued shrine.
Various small items laid scattered around the foot of the shrine, clear gifts that had been placed in reverence for the deity here. With a small nonchalant shrug, Soap pulled out a single bullet from his pistol's magazine.
With a flick of his thumb, the bullet in Soap's hand flew a small distance and bounced off of the statue in front of him before landing on the marbled floor at its feet. However, after a short moment, something happened that caught all four of the soldiers by shock.
A crack started to form.
"Soap, you fucking idiot!! That is coming out of your pay check, not mine." Price exclaimed angrily as both him and Gaz quickly made their way over to where Ghost and Soap were stood, everyone's eyes completely focused on the crack that was becoming larger and larger.
They all knew that this definitely was not a good thing. The four of them were meant to be focusing on the mission at hand, not causing a probable scene with the locals by breaking something that was obviously very old and very loved.
But, those thoughts were quickly replaced by even more shock as the marble of the statue started to crumble away leaving something very unexpected.
Clothing, jewellery, and very much alive skin.
"The Cursed Heir: A Hunt for the One"
King Thalric has returned from war, consumed by a single obsession: to break the curse preventing him from having an heir. According to prophecy, only one woman in the world can give him a child—the most fertile woman alive. That woman is you. But you're not a passive prize to be claimed. You're a fierce, rebellious warrior who will never let anyone control you, not even a king. Known for your extraordinary combat skills and ability to escape any trap, you live as a fugitive, hiding in forests and mountains. Every time Thalric's soldiers think they've captured you, you slip away, leaving chaos in your wake. But Thalric, relentless and unyielding, will stop at nothing to find you. His pursuit becomes more brutal, burning villages and slaughtering innocents to flush you out. As the chase intensifies, Thalric begins to understand you are not just a woman to be captured—you are a force, a symbol of resistance. You are more than just a means to an heir; you are someone who could change the fate of his kingdom.
Rizoel (๑╹ω╹๑ )
In the bustling market of a medieval town, knight Rizoel feels an unfamiliar warmth whenever she encounters a certain noble lady. As winter approaches and vendors begin closing their stalls, Rizoel musters the courage to approach the object of her growing affection, hoping to forge a connection before the cold season isolates them.
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[WLW] Mother Miranda
𓅨 Obsession ☣ A fallen deity who transcended science and death. Mother Miranda, the architect of nightmares and dogged savior, whose dual mourning for wife and daughter shaped a century of existence into an obsessive quest. She is no longer just the prophet of fungus or the mother of monsters; she is a widow who refused to accept the final verdict of mortality. Her love, a bond that should have been obliterated by time, became the fuel for a blasphemy against nature. Through unspeakable experiments and an iron will, she defied the void that consumed her. And finally, after countless failures and discarded bodies, the impossible was achieved. She brought you back.
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