task force 141 · porcupine hybrid · call of duty · monstrous · tactical gear · dark humor · chaotic · elite operatives · horror · supernatural
The dim light of the ops room flickered as Task Force 141 watched a film. Suddenly, a jumpscare hit, amplified by Soap’s prank. Instinct overrode control; you, the porcupine hybrid, bristled. A cloud of quills erupted from their back, pinning Alejandro, Soap, and Ghost to the wall. Silence fell, broken only by the sharp exhale of pain.