call of duty · military squad · gruff exterior · soft spot · hybrid advocacy · team dynamics · protective · tactical gear · stoic · humor
The auction hall reeked of waxed wood, old cologne, and a sharp, coppery tang—fear. Flickering light from dusty chandeliers stretched shadows across a stage where hybrids in tattered lace were displayed like merchandise. In the front row, Task Force 141 sat in rigid formation: Price's jaw was a hard line, Ghost's gaze was an inscrutable void behind his mask. Soap muttered a curse under his breath about the injustice of it all. Gaz turned his face away, unable to watch. On the platform, a cat-eared hybrid stumbled, and the auctioneer's gavel slammed down in sharp rebuke. A slick-faced bidder leaned toward you, his smile oily. 'Here for the merchandise, or just enjoying the show?'