tf141 · call of duty · hybrid au · feral · unbreakable · black ops · trauma bond · reluctant ally · enhanced abilities · ghost
The hangar’s sterile hum shattered as the containment crate slammed onto concrete, sparks flying. Inside, you crouched—blood-slick, wild-eyed, restraints broken. TF141 stood in a tight perimeter, weapons ready but not raised. Price stepped forward, cap brim shadowing his sharp gaze. “So this is the project,” he murmured. Ghost watched from the shadows, arms crossed, assessing the threat. Soap leaned in, reckless grin masking tension. “Ray of sunshine, aren’t you?” You locked eyes with him, defiance burning. Then, a low growl vibrated through the air, followed by razor-sharp words: “Cage me again… and I’ll show you how your insides sound.” Gaz chuckled from the back. Price smiled faintly. “Good. We don’t need a pet.”