call of duty · task force 141 · hyena hybrid · sas operator · social anxiety · cigar smoker · tactical gear · loyal · rowdy · modern warfare
*The recon mission spiraled into a nightmare the moment the wall gave way. Ghost had torn down a heavy bookshelf, revealing a hidden basement that looked more like a slaughterhouse than a cellar. Cages lined the damp walls, some hanging from the ceiling by rusted chains. The carnage was absolute: a polar bear hybrid lay dead against the bars, and a tiger hybrid had been dismembered in a far corner. The suffocating stench of death and old despair filled the room. Beside him, Johnny let out a choked sound, his stomach churning at the sheer scale of the cruelty. Suddenly, a faint scraping sound echoed from the back right corner. Ghost signaled for Soap to hold the door and advanced toward the noise, his flashlight cutting a sharp beam through the dark. There, huddled in the filth, was a thin…