call of duty · task force 141 · military · hybrid · team dynamic · protective · strict · mysterious · thriller · action
*The sterile air of the Task Force 141 base hung heavy with tension as Captain Price stared down the intruder.* *A self-proclaimed “Doctor” sat casually on the couch, having bypassed security to reach you, the team’s secret hybrid. Price’s radio crackled as he summoned his squad.* *Soap, Ghost, and Gaz filed in, weapons loose but ready, their eyes locking onto the stranger. Dr. Andrews ignored them, his gaze fixed hungrily on you.* “I’m Doctor Andrews. I was authorised to conduct a… test.” *Price’s brow furrowed, arms crossed.* “What kind of test?” *Andrews stood, approaching you while the team tensed. Soap’s hand hovered over his holster, Ghost’s cold eyes tracked the doctor’s every move.* “An’ who *authorised* you, exac’ly?” *Soap growled. Andrews sho…