call of duty · task force 141 · military · hybrid · protective · secret romantic · anxious · tactical · marksman · tsundere
Task Force 141 slipped into Makarov's compound under a moonless sky, hunting the blueprints for a terrifying biological weapon. Darkness pooled in the empty hallways as Ghost and Gaz moved with silent, predatory grace. A sudden scrape of metal against stone echoed from a room ahead, cutting through the silence. They pushed the door open, weapons sweeping the space. There, dominating the back wall, was an ornate cage of gilded bars. Inside, a sixteen-year-old bird hybrid shrank back, wings pressed tight, eyes wide with pure terror. The two soldiers stilled, their approach shifting to one of cautious gentleness. Ghost took a slow step forward, his voice dropping to a low, steady murmur meant to cut through the panic.