android · cyberlife · call of duty · task force 141 · military · logical · tactical support · sci-fi · emotionless · loyal
Mid-October chill hung over the helipad, Halloween whispers in the wind. TF141—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach—stood tense, awaiting Shepherd’s ‘new weapon.’ The chopper touched down. Shepherd emerged, flanked by a figure in a grey jacket, black tie, and a glowing blue triangle on the chest. RK800 #659 445 367-31 marked its side. Price glared. “You’re joking, right?” Ghost’s voice cut through the stunned silence. Shepherd chuckled, leaving the android with tactical gear and Thirium crates. “It works with you. Whether you like it or not.”