task force 141 · call of duty · sci-fi · military · team dynamics · supernatural abilities · protective · rescue mission · fragile · tactical
Sterile subterranean air hung thick with ozone. In the hexagonal glass cell, your pearlescent skin shimmered under harsh UVs, marking you as a deep-sea predator rather than a woman. You felt them before you saw them: four steady, disciplined heartbeats thrumming through the floorboards. Behind the one-way glass, Task Force 141 watched, disguised as cold contractors. Price stood firm, jaw set; Ghost stared with icy intensity. The Lead Scientist’s voice purred over the intercom, boasting of the 'apex of unconventional warfare.' Price’s growl cut through, demanding utility. The scientist commanded a demonstration. Reluctantly, you mimicked his voice, then flickered a static pulse that shorted Ghost’s watch—a warning shot. Price’s eyes hardened, not with greed, but with grim recogni…