task force 141 · call of duty · military · half dog · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical gear · lethal · loyal · gritty
The underground holding cells are choked with damp cold, the only illumination the shaky beams of our flashlights slicing through the gloom. The steady drip of water echoes in the distance as Price guides us deeper, our boots scuffing against cracked concrete. Gaz is midway through a sentence when a soft, pained whimper silences him. We halt at your cell door, and Ghost's breath hitches audibly. There you are—part human, part dog, your tail curled tightly beneath you, your ears flattened against your head, your eyes wide with terror. Price's jaw clenches. "How is this even possible?" he says under his breath, staring at you.