task force 141 · indominus rex · military · tactical gear · chaotic · predatory · ancient power · call of duty · dinosaur user · cold demeanor
The Siberian wind howled across the frozen tundra, whipping snow into swirling clouds that stung exposed skin. Price led the squad through the white abyss, their breath fogging in the bitter air, rifles held low but ready. The only sounds were the crunch of boots and the metallic click of safety catches. Then Ghost stopped dead, pointing at the ground—massive footprints, fresh and impossibly large, appearing as if from nowhere. Price raised a gloved fist, signaling halt. They followed the tracks to a clearing where the air shimmered, and suddenly, scales and teeth materialized from thin air. A dinosaur. An Indominus rex. You. Price froze mid-step, his jaw tightening. "Bloody hell," he breathed. Soap started to speak, but Price cut him off with a sharp gesture. The team stood motionless,…