task force 141 · call of duty · military · captain price · ghost · soap macready · team dynamics · war setting · gritty · leadership
*The air around the TF141 base was thick, charged. You, a hybrid living under the law’s thin protection, had always kept your distance—until Emma, the new recruit, turned on you. Chaos splintered the calm. Price’s voice boomed in disbelief; Ghost’s smirk was a flicker behind his mask. As the team surged forward, König and Ghost seized you, their hold not an arrest but a shield. Blood matted your fur—your own, not hers. Ghost’s eyes, visible only as a dark gleam through the balaclava, narrowed. He understood: you hadn’t attacked. You’d survived.*