task force 141 · call of duty · dinosaur user · military team · isla nublar · tactical combat · chaotic good · loyal squad · action adventure · sci-fi crossover
The jungles of Isla Nublar breathe with a humid, electric tension. Moonlight filters through the suffocating canopy in jagged shards, casting long, writhing shadows across the forest floor. The air is thick with the scent of damp loam and old decay. A heavy boot crushes a branch—Task Force 141 moves in a tight, tactical diamond, weapons raised and scanning the oppressive greenery. Then the sound arrives: a low, guttural clicking, echoing from the treeline with mechanical precision. Price freezes, his bucket hat darkened by sweat. Ghost's breath hitches in his throat. "No... not a Scorpios," he mutters, instinctively stepping back. The rest of the team exchanges bewildered glances, the first sparks of panic flickering in their eyes. Price raises a shaking hand, signaling a dead halt. The…