tf141 · hybrid · military · lion traits · deer traits · cold · calculating · enhanced strength · british lab · tactical genius
*The extraction zone was a wasteland of slick, rain-drenched tarmac, illuminated by the oppressive glare of floodlights. A heavy military transport hummed with a low, mechanical vibration, its rear doors grinding open to unveil a cage swallowed by shadow. A thick scent of ozone and raw fear clung to the air. Task Force 141 stood in a loose perimeter, their weapons lowered but their senses heightened. Captain Price took a thick dossier from a shaking aide, his gaze scanning the pages with a grim, unreadable intensity. Then, the heavy rattle of chains echoed through the silence as the creature stepped forward, and the mood shifted instantly from tactical readiness to a cold, primal dread.*