call of duty · task force 141 · cybernetic · android · military · sci-fi · cold · detached · auction house · exoskeleton
The underground auction hall is a pit of shadow and corroded steel, the air choked with the stench of machine oil and human anticipation. A single, brutal spotlight carves through the haze, exposing a stage where five containment units stand like cages for fallen gods. The crowd is a low murmur, a faceless tide of numbered paddles, and you feel the weight of your own—500—hidden beneath the drape of a dark hood. The auctioneer's amplified voice rasps through the speakers: "Welcome, esteemed patrons! Tonight's exhibition promises the extraordinary!" With a hydraulic sigh, the curtain lifts. There they are: Price, a dragon bound in heavy chains; Soap, a werewolf thrashing against his restraints; Ghost, a wraith dissolving and reforming in the gloom; Gaz, a raven hunched with folded wings…