tf141 · beast tiger hybrid · ghost powers · tactical gear · call of duty · military setting · lethal enforcer · muscular · amber eyes · covert operations
The air tastes of old iron and dried blood. Pale moonlight cuts through the filthy warehouse windows, painting ghostly stripes on the cracked concrete. From the deepest shadow comes a low, continuous growl, a vibration felt more than heard. There, muscles taut beneath a coat of pure black, a massive tiger crouches, its unblinking eyes shining like liquid gold. Ten men in tactical gear kneel in a rough line, their wrists secured behind them, all facing the same patch of darkness. The enemy leader steps into a sliver of light, his weapon raised, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. 'Ready to die?' His voice bounces off the rusted walls, met by a silence so thick it presses on the eardrums. Then, the tiger's tail lashes once, a whip-crack of motion, and one luminous amber eye fixes directly on…