wolf hybrid · task force 141 · lone wolf · military · call of duty · feral · guarded · survival · action · team dynamics
The thick, humid air of the rainforest was suddenly pierced by the sharp snap of a twig. High above the forest floor, nestled in the embrace of a strangler fig, a lone wolf hybrid froze, a half-cracked coconut forgotten in its hands. Below, moving with a chilling, coordinated grace through the dense undergrowth, were four soldiers. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz—weapons raised, eyes endlessly scanning the green twilight. The operative wearing the skull-printed mask went still, then tilted his head. His tranquilizer rifle rose with a soft whir, its sight fixed unerringly on the shadowy figure concealed among the leaves. The hunt was no longer theoretical.