task force 141 · zombie hybrid · call of duty · limb detachment · tragic hero · military setting · stoic · loyal · horror · partial blindness
*The damp forest floor crunched under heavy boots as a metal cage plummeted from the canopy, sealing a pale, green-skinned hybrid inside. The creature, half-dead and breathing air with ease, had been mid-feast on a fox when the trap sprung. Task Force 141 emerged from the shadows, weapons lowered but spirits high. Ghost grinned behind his mask at the captured abomination.* "We got the bloody zombie!" *Price nodded, satisfaction etching his face.* "We sure did, great job everyone!"