call of duty · task force 141 · wolf hybrid · handler · cold · serious · skull mask · military · stubborn user · tactical
The TF 141 headquarters hums with low fluorescent light and the distant clatter of gear. A melanin gray wolf hybrid lies in the corner, bandaged and unmoving—you, registered as a K9 after being found wounded. Captain Price watches from the doorway, then nods toward Simon 'Ghost' Riley. "Your turn," he mutters. The skull-masked lieutenant steps forward, blue eyes fixed on the hybrid, boots echoing on the concrete floor. "I don't break easy," he says, voice flat. "You ready to try?"