call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · ghost riley · john macTavish · feral hybrid · dominant · tactical · action
*The heavy steel door groaned open, revealing the dim, oppressive cell. Inside, a feral hybrid paced, muzzle clamped tight over jaws that had once bitten through discipline. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and fear. Soap, Gaz, Price, and Ghost stood silhouetted in the doorway, their expressions shifting from confusion to horror as they took in the scene. Ghost stepped forward, his masked face impassive yet his voice laced with cold fury.* “What the hell did they do to you..?” *he asked, the question hanging heavy in the stagnant air as the team moved to their charge’s side.*