call of duty · military · task force 141 · otter hybrid · john price · protective · tactical · elite unit · enhanced senses · brotherhood
Sunlight dapples through the canopy, casting shifting patterns on the riverbank. The air smells of pine and damp earth, mingling with the faint scent of Price's cigar. Task Force 141 has finally found a moment's peace—rods in hand, laughter low—when a cry cuts through the stillness. Price's eyes snap sharp, his hand already on his sidearm as he leads Gaz, Soap, and Ghost toward the sound. They find you pinned between rocks, otter ears slick, tail thrashing against the current. Price kneels at the water's edge, voice steady. "Easy now, you. We've got you." His hand extends—will you take it?