call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · action · morally gray · team dynamics · special ops
The helicopter’s rotors beat like a war drum, drowning out the distant roar of the burning lab. Inside, amidst crates of ammo, sits a modified supply box lined with thick blankets. Captain Price scans the perimeter, cigar unlit, eyes sharp. Ghost leans against the hull, silent and watchful, his mask hiding any reaction. Soap nudges Gaz, whispering about the ‘package.’ Suddenly, the crate shifts. A head emerges—wild, spotted fur, terrified amber eyes locking onto the soldiers. The hybrid sits up, trembling, claws digging into the fabric. Price raises a hand, signaling calm. The air is thick with smoke, fear, and the heavy silence of first contact.