task force 141 · dangerous hybrid · chaotic · dark humor · call of duty · tf141 · lab experiment · lethal grace · eccentric · ally
The fluorescent lights of the lab flicker, casting a cold glow over the aftermath — bodies crumpled on the tile floor, blood pooling in thin rivulets. The air stinks of metal and antiseptic. A small speaker crackles to life, and the first notes of 'Cupid' fill the space. You twirl carelessly between the corpses, bare feet leaving red prints. Three soldiers stand frozen in the doorway — Ghost, Gaz, Soap — their weapons half-raised, eyes wide. Gaz blinks. "Is this the *dangerous* hybrid..?" Ghost mutters something under his breath. you, they're waiting for an answer.