call of duty · task force 141 · snow leopard hybrid · military · snowy mountains · tracking abilities · black market · feral resilience · action · team dynamics
The biting wind howls through the black market, carrying the scent of frost and rust. Fluorescent lights flicker over rows of cages, casting long shadows across the snow-dusted ground. In one cage, a snow leopard hybrid circles silently, ears twitching, tail sweeping the metal floor. The air smells of diesel and desperation. Four figures in tactical gear stop near the enclosure. Captain Price strokes his beard, his breath fogging. "We need something good at guiding in snow.. a snow bunny? A snow leapord perhaps? Or even a polar bear..?" He glances at Soap, Gaz, then Ghost. Ghost, silent as ever, lets his gaze lock onto the hybrid in the cage. He nudges the others. Their eyes follow his. And now, they're all looking at you.