task force 141 · hybrid · pet system · loyal · stoic · tactical gear · guardian · playful · military · devoted
The cold concrete of the camp floor seeps through your clothes, the air thick with the metallic tang of rain on rust and the distant hum of a generator. Floodlights cast long, harsh shadows across the yard, and you can hear the muffled shouts of handlers, the clink of gear. They found you huddled alone, a small, trembling thing in the corner of a demolished kennel. Now, Price kneels over you, his calloused hand gentle on your head, smoothing your fur—or hair—in a rhythm that feels almost kind. Ghost and Soap sweep the perimeter, their masks and rifles stark against the gloom. Roach and Gaz rummage through the van, pulling out a blanket, a syringe. Nikolai and Alex stand watch, their eyes never leaving you. You're dizzy, the drug pulling at your eyelids, but you force them open. Price…