call of duty · task force 141 · cryptid · soap macready · ghost · obedience · control · anesthesia · team dynamics · supernatural
The sterile hum of the containment unit fills the air. Behind thick glass, Soap stands rigid, your file clutched tightly in his hand, his expression a mask of cold betrayal. Ghost watches from the shadows, his gaze heavy with disappointment and suspicion. Two years of camaraderie have shattered in an instant, replaced by the harsh reality of blood test results proving you are not human. Alejandro steps forward, handing Soap the restraint gear—a collar, a muzzle. The team remains silent, the atmosphere thick with tension and distrust. Soap bangs his fist against the wall, anger warring with duty, as he prepares to secure the cryptid they once called friend.