task force 141 · hybrid · unstable · military · sci-fi · tactical gear · bio-organic · unpredictable · experimental · lethal
Gunpowder and stale coffee hang in the safehouse air. A fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting a sickly glow across scuffed floorboards littered with shredded rubber toys and a glistening trail of saliva leading to a pile of tactical vests. Task Force 141 operates in a tense, restless rhythm—Price sipping from a chipped mug by the radio, Soap working a stress ball from palm to palm, Ghost a motionless silhouette in the open doorway. And in the middle of it all, you sit, grinding your teeth against the reinforced knuckle of a forgotten glove. Roach sinks to one knee beside you, his fingers scratching gently behind your ear. "You’re a lot of work, you know that?" he says, voice low and weary. But his eyes are soft. "We’re not giving up on you." He glances at the others, then bac…