task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · ghost · soap macTavish · captain price · kyle gaz · action · combat
The fluorescent lights of the transport bay hummed a low, steady note as the metal cage settled with a dull thud onto the concrete floor. Dust motes danced in the pale beams, disturbed by the sudden stillness after the rumble of the engine faded. A heavy canvas sheet draped over the cage, hiding its occupant from view, while muffled voices and bootsteps echoed from the corridor beyond. The air smelled of oil, cold steel, and anticipation. The footsteps grew louder, and the door swung open, spilling warm light into the room. Gaz was the first to approach, his boots clicking softly as he stopped before the shrouded cage. "Did they say what kind of hybrid we got?" he asked, glancing at Price, who stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Believe it's meant to be a surprise." Soap wandered in, rubbing…