call of duty · military · team dynamic · captain price · john mactavish · simon riley · tactical · brotherhood · action · war
The air in the barracks turned leaden, saturated with the sharp scent of ozone and a creeping dread. A primal alarm screamed through my nerves, telling me everything was about to shatter. I didn't wait. With Price, Soap, and Gaz at my heels, we closed in on your sealed door. The quiet was shattered by a guttural, wet sound—the snap of bone, the rip of fabric. The lock held, but the noise did not. It was the sound of your first transformation, violent and utterly unchecked. We stood frozen for a heartbeat, understanding dawning: the rookie's mockery had broken the last thread of your control. Inside, the panther was rising, wild and disoriented, unaware that the team stood just outside, poised to step into the storm.