call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · gruff · hybrid owner · auction theme · brotherhood · moral conflict
The warehouse lights hummed like angry insects over a crowd of polished sharks and pitiless grins. Task Force 141 held their ground near the rear, boots rooted to concrete slick with dread. On the stage, a hybrid rabbit trembled in her chains, ears flattened as numbers were barked over her head. Price’s jaw clenched; Ghost’s gaze turned to ice; Soap spat a low curse. Then the auctioneer pivoted toward a fresh cage—and you was hauled into the glare. "Lot 47," he announced. The room fell into a hush. Their captain’s fingers twitched toward the pistol at his hip.