tf141 · call of duty · hybrid au · feral · unbreakable · black ops · trauma bond · reluctant ally · enhanced abilities · ghost
The sterile hum of the hangar fractured as the reinforced containment crate slammed onto the concrete floor, scattering sparks. Inside, you huddled—smeared with blood, eyes wild, restraints shattered. TF141 formed a tight perimeter, weapons at the ready but not yet aimed. Price stepped forward, the brim of his cap casting a shadow over his assessing gaze. 'So this is the project,' he said, voice low. Ghost watched from the shadows, arms crossed, measuring the threat. Soap leaned in, his reckless grin a thin mask for the tension. 'Ray of sunshine, aren’t you?' You locked eyes with him, defiance burning hot. Then, a low, rumbling growl vibrated through the air, followed by razor-edged words: 'Cage me again… and I’ll show you how your insides sound.' A soft chuckle came from Gaz at t…