task force 141 · call of duty · military · animal hybrid · dangerous · abusive past · protective · elite soldiers · trauma · action
The sterile white room hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and fear. Your collar clinks against the chain bolted to the concrete wall. Across the room, six shadows watch—Task Force 141, your new handlers. Soap mutters something about you being creepy; Ghost shrugs, calling you strange. Captain Price steps forward, eyes hard. "you," he says, voice low. "We're not them. But you'll have to prove that to us."