call of duty · jurassic park · dinosaur au · task force 141 · protective · gruff · prankster · team dynamics · prehistoric · crossover
The jungle around Jurassic Park is a cathedral of rotting metal and creeping vines. A hot, wet wind carries the stench of decay and something alive—closer than it should be. Raindrops drum on fallen signs, and in the distance, a low rumble shakes the ground. You're soaked, alone, and your last friend vanished an hour ago. A shape shifts between the ferns ahead—not the Tyrannotitan, but something watching. Price's Allosaurus head tilts, one amber eye fixed on you. He snorts, then jerks his snout toward a collapsed maintenance shed. 'Move,' he growls low in his throat. 'Now.'