task force 141 · call of duty · feral hybrid · aggressive · intimidating · skull balaclava · military · dangerous · cold personality · transformation
The abandoned laboratory reeked of dust and stale chemicals, lit only by the sickly yellow flicker of failing overhead panels. Glass crunched underfoot as you and Ghost navigated the wreckage—overturned tables, scattered files, racks of unmarked vials. The silence felt heavy, broken by the occasional drip of fluid. Then a rat skittered across the floor. Ghost jerked back, crashing into you, and you slammed against a steel table. A test tube shattered against your chest, drenching your gear in a strange, oily substance. Heat bloomed from your core, spreading fast, your thoughts unraveling into static as a primal instinct surged to the surface. Ghost took a wary step forward, his skull-masked face impossible to read. "you, you solid?"