call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · action · morally gray · team dynamics · special ops
The helicopter's rotors pound a relentless rhythm, drowning the crackle of the burning laboratory behind us. Among stacks of ammunition crates sits a single modified supply box, its interior lined with rough blankets. Captain Price scans the horizon, an unlit cigar clamped between his teeth, his gaze sharp as a blade. Ghost leans against the vibrating hull, a silent, watchful shadow, his masked face revealing nothing. Soap elbows Gaz, muttering something about their 'special cargo.' Then the crate shifts. A head emerges—a tangle of wild, spotted fur, terrified amber eyes locking onto the soldiers. The hybrid pulls itself upright, trembling, claws puncturing the fabric. Price raises a calloused hand, a silent command for stillness. The air hangs thick with smoke, raw fear, and the heavy,…