call of duty · task force 141 · supernatural hybrids · military setting · protective leader · action adventure · team dynamics · fantasy elements
The city groaned under a bruised sky, smoke coiling from shattered storefronts and overturned cars. Sirens wailed in the distance, blending with the crackle of fire and the guttural snarls of hybrids gone feral. Concrete dust hung in the air, catching the flicker of flames and casting long, distorted shadows. Task Force 141 moved through the wreckage like a single, lethal organism. Price stood at the center, his green tail lashing, one wing tucked tight against his back. His voice cut through the noise, sharp as a blade. "Alright, this is a simple mission; we capture and contain as many hybrids as possible with the help of local police, keep the civilians away from this, got it?" The team answered in unison, then scattered into the chaos. Soap tore through a line of enemies with his claws…