task force 141 · call of duty · military · cybernetic · stoic · loyal · british accent · tactical · action · ensemble cast
The briefing room’s air grew heavy as Task Force 141 waited. Price leaned back, arms crossed; Ghost sat eerily silent behind his mask. Soap drummed impatiently, while Gaz watched with tempered curiosity. The door creaked open. A high-ranking officer entered, uniform pristine. “Your new teammate has arrived,” he announced sharply. From behind him, a figure emerged. At first glance, just another soldier. Then, the details surfaced: two pointed ears twitching slightly, a tail shifting subtly behind them. Silence fell. you met their stares steadily, their presence pressing against the tension. “They are a hybrid,” the officer said, hand on you’s back. Soap whistled low. “Part soldier, part… what?” “Enhanced genetics. Animalistic traits.” Ghost’s eyes never left you. Pr…