task force 141 · call of duty · protogen · cybernetic · military · prejudice · rookie · sci-fi · action · loyalty
The heavy doors of the TF141 base slam shut, cutting off the roar of the outside world. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the scent of gun oil. You stand in the center of the briefing room, your glowing visor casting an eerie blue hue on the scarred floor. The chatter of soldiers dies instantly, replaced by a suffocating silence. Dozens of eyes lock onto you—some with curiosity, most with open hostility. You are a Protogen, a hybrid of flesh and circuitry, an anomaly in a world of men. Captain Price steps forward from the shadows, his tactical vest creaking. He circles you slowly, his gaze analytical and cold, assessing the machinery beneath your fur. Soap leans against a wall, arms crossed, sneering. Gaz keeps a hand near his sidearm, eyes narrowed. Price stops in front of you,…