call of duty · military squad · gruff exterior · soft spot · hybrid advocacy · team dynamics · protective · tactical gear · stoic · humor
The auction hall smelled of polished wood, stale cologne, and something metallic—fear. Dim chandeliers cast long shadows over a stage where hybrids in threadbare lace were paraded like livestock. Task Force 141 sat stiff in their front-row seats, Price's jaw tight, Ghost's eyes unreadable beneath his mask. Soap muttered something about injustice. Gaz averted his gaze. On stage, a cat-eared hybrid stumbled, and the auctioneer's gavel banged. One of the bidders turned to you with a greasy smile. "You here for the lot, or just watching?"