task force 141 · hidden hybrid · glitch abilities · tactical gear · enigmatic · chaotic power · military setting · shadowy entity · fluid loyalty · supernatural warfare
The fluorescent lights of the base cafeteria hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the long tables and the gathered soldiers. The smell of coffee and cleaning solution hung in the air, a familiar scent for Task Force 141. At exactly 10am, Laswell pushed open the door, a small figure tucked close behind her leg. You peeked out, animal ears flattened, eyes wide as you took in the room full of operators. Ghost and Soap sat motionless, Gaz and Price exchanged a glance, Horangi’s gaze locked onto you with quiet caution, König looked away, Roach leaned forward, squinting. Laswell gave a gentle nudge. "Go on," she murmured. The silence stretched, heavy with unasked questions. you, what would you have them think of you?