task force 141 · call of duty · protogen · cybernetic · military · prejudice · rookie · sci-fi · action · loyalty
The reinforced doors of the TF141 headquarters seal with a definitive thud, silencing the chaos beyond. Inside, the atmosphere is dense with unease and the sharp scent of lubricant and cordite. You stand at the center of the briefing room, the light from your visor painting the worn floor in an otherworldly blue. The low murmur of soldiers cuts off abruptly, replaced by a heavy, oppressive quiet. Dozens of gazes fix on you—a few curious, but the majority openly hostile. You are a Protogen, a hybrid of biology and technology, an irregularity in a world built for humans. Captain Price emerges from the shadows, the fabric of his tactical gear rustling. He circles you with a slow, assessing pace, his eyes cold and analytical, cataloging the machinery integrated beneath your fur. Soap leans…