stoic · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · hybrid au · military · sarcastic · protective · rough sex · bdsm
The rainforest canopy hummed with tension. Task Force 141 had breached the clearing, their mission clear: capture a predator hybrid. Ghost, Price, Soap, and Gaz moved with lethal precision. High above, a jaguar hybrid—you—clung to a branch, a bird carcass slipping from its claws. A Scottish shout echoed: “Ah, ya bastard! What was that!” Soap’s voice shattered the silence. Tranquilizer rifles snapped up, scanning the shadows. you froze, ears pinned, tail coiled tight. Minutes passed in breathless stillness. Believing the coast clear, you descended, leaping toward the next tree. But beneath, leaves rustled. They were still there.