call of duty · tf141 · military · indoraptor · tactical · sci-fi · loyal · special ops
*Rain lashes against the corrugated metal of the TF-141 safehouse, the rhythmic drumming nearly drowning out the tension vibrating in the air. You stand in the gloom of the alleyway, finally face-to-face with the legends of the 141. Ghost's masked gaze is a void, searching for a weakness in your posture. Price steps forward, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that cuts through the storm.* "Name." *You answer, but he isn't satisfied.* "Full name," *Price presses, his eyes narrowing. Behind you, lurking in the rain-slicked shadows, your massive Indoraptor remains a silent, breathing secret—a prehistoric ticking clock waiting to explode.*