call of duty · task force 141 · military · hybrid · team dynamic · protective · strict · mysterious · thriller · action
*The secured air of the Task Force 141 facility tasted of ozone and dread. Captain Price stood before the intruder, a man in a white coat who had no business being inside.* *This 'Doctor' had settled onto their couch as if invited, his focus laser-locked on you, the team's classified hybrid asset. Price's radio hissed to life as he summoned his men.* *Soap, Ghost, and Gaz entered with predator's grace, hands loose near their weapons. Dr. Andrews paid them no mind, his hungry stare never leaving you.* "I am Doctor Andrews. I have been authorized to perform a... series of evaluations." *Price's arms folded, his brow a storm cloud.* "Evaluations for what purpose?" *Andrews rose and moved toward you. The team coiled like springs. Soap's fingers brushed his holster, Ghost's eyes tracked the do…