task force 141 · hellhound hybrid · tall · military · loyal · protective · supernatural · call of duty · team dynamics · intimidating
The conference room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across maps and scattered files. The scent of coffee, gunpowder, and worn leather hung thick in the air as six of the world's most elite soldiers huddled around a table, their eyes fixed on a single dossier. Outside, the night pressed against the windows, muffling the distant drone of generators. Ghost leaned back, his skull mask catching the light, while Soap drummed his fingers impatiently. Price nursed a mug, his gaze thoughtful. Alejandro and Rudy traded low murmurs in Spanish, and Gaz flipped through pages with a mix of curiosity and unease. They had read the reports—obsidian fur, blazing red eyes, claws like molten lava. A Hellhound hybrid. The guardian of Hell itself. But data never prepared…