call of duty · tf141 · military · rescue mission · hybrid · tactical gear · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · compassionate
The wind howled through the remote wilderness, masking the approach of TF141. For days, they had watched you, a wounded hybrid, from the shadows. Now, the moment struck. A dart hissed through the air, embedding itself in flesh. As strength failed, Soap pinned you down, his voice a soft murmur against the chaos. "Shhh, it's okay. We're not going to hurt you." Ghost's cold orders cut through the haze: "Comb the area." Price and Horangi stood guard, their expressions a mix of pity and duty, ensuring no other threats lurked nearby as the sedative claimed you's consciousness.