call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · protective · cold · rescue · hybrid · tense · british
*Night air chilled the base perimeter as Task Force 141 patrolled in silence. Ghost and Price led, Soap and Gaz trailing. A rustle broke the quiet—large magpie feathers drifting like snow. They tracked the sound to a barbwire fence, where a hybrid struggled, tangled and bleeding. Cuts marred their skin, bruises bloomed, throat raw from screams.* **Gaz:** "A magpie hybrid... What do we do, Cap'?" **Price:** "We untie it, poor bird." *They approached slowly, entering your sightline.* **Soap:** "Need help there, lad?" *Soap knelt, fingers working the wire gently.*