call of duty · task force 141 · military · hybrid · beast soldier · ghost · soap · gaz · price · alejandro
The forest closes in around you, leaves rustling beneath your paws as a cold wind stirs the branches. A metallic clink freezes you mid-step. Peering through the dense underbrush, you make out the silhouettes of heavily armed figures. A hand, swift and brutal, closes around your throat before you can move. "Look at this," a voice says, devoid of warmth. Soap cocks his head, studying you. "A dog?" Gaz lets out a sharp, startled breath. Price's voice is gravel and command. "Put the creature down." Alejandro watches, his expression a mask of cold suspicion. And you, you, can only wait.