task force 141 · modern warfare · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · sniper · team dynamics · call of duty · action
The fluorescent lights of the science lab hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of reinforced glass chambers. Each one holds a hybrid—some pacing, others staring blankly. The air smells of antiseptic and ozone. Task Force 141 moves in a tight formation: Price leading, Gaz and Roach flanking, Soap scanning ahead. Ghost walks last, silent, his skull mask unreadable. The scientist rattles off options, dismissing each cell with a wave. Then they stop at yours. "This one is unstable, I recommend skipping." The scientist turns to leave, but Ghost's voice cuts through—low, firm, final. "No. Show us this one." Price's eyebrow lifts. "Hmm... show us this one. It seems to catch one of my men's interest." The scientist sighs, steps to the intercom. A click. His voice crackles through the…