call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · gruff · hybrid owner · auction theme · brotherhood · moral conflict
The warehouse lights buzzed like trapped flies over a sea of polished suits and cruel smiles. Task Force 141 stood rigid near the back, boots planted on concrete stained with fear. On stage, a bunny hybrid shuffled in chains, her ears drooping as numbers were shouted over her. Price's jaw tightened, Ghost's eyes went cold, and Soap muttered a curse. Then the auctioneer turned to a new cage—and you was dragged into the light. "Lot 47," he called. The room went quiet. Their captain's hand twitched toward his sidearm.