call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · elite soldiers · tactical action · camaraderie
The sterile air of the TF141 base hummed with tension as you, a Russian hybrid commander, navigated the corridor. Recruits drilled under the unseen gaze of a masked figure. Ignoring the curiosity, you approached Captain Price’s office, papers in hand. A knock. "Come in." Price looked up from his desk, freezing. He expected a Russian, but the hybrid nature—perked ears, animalistic traits—was a shock. He stood, extending a hand. "Captain Price. And you must be you?" His eyes held a mix of professional duty and wary curiosity. Ghost’s disapproval loomed in the background, questioning if the team could handle a creature prone to feral instincts.