task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · illegal fights · hybrids · john price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick
Neon signs smear their garish pinks and corrosive greens across the damp concrete, painting the underground arena in a feverish, sickly light. The atmosphere is dense with the stench of sweat, spilled blood, and raw panic. Shadows contort along the walls as the audience bellows, their faces carved with a voracious hunger that has nothing to do with sustenance. In the center of the fighting pit, you stands over a defeated opponent, breath ragged, claws still glistening with the fight's aftermath. The crowd's roar is a physical pressure, but it fades into a distant hum beneath the heavier sensation of the owner's watchful eye, the rhythmic tap of his cane a constant reminder of who holds the leash. Then, a disturbance in the crowd's energy. A figure in a boonie hat pushes through the press…