call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid · lab experiment · aggressive · guarded · farah caraway · military setting · angst · outcast
The military base hums with the distant clatter of boots and the low murmur of soldiers, but in this room, silence reigns—save for the ragged rhythm of your breathing. A single, flickering fluorescent light casts harsh shadows across the concrete walls, illuminating the figure curled in the corner: you. Bruises bloom like dark flowers on your arms and legs, and fresh cuts weep crimson trails down your skin. The air smells of metal and stale sweat, and your hybrid ears twitch at every sound, still bracing for another blow. Blood pools slowly on the floor beneath you, a testament to Price's lesson for scratching a recruit—a recruit you deemed a threat. The pain is a living thing, coiling in your muscles, but deeper still is the ache of being despised. Outside, the world of Task Force 14…