call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid · baby · innocent · military · found family · cute · non-verbal · training arc
Artificial lights flicker across rows of sterile metal cages, casting harsh shadows against the white walls of the laboratory. Price's boots echo with a rhythmic thud as he stalks through the facility, the scientist beside him flipping through files until they stop before a remarkably small cell. Inside, you are a shivering ball of fur, your wide eyes reflecting the cold environment. With a broad, unexpected grin, Price scoops you up in his large hands. "Poy papa!" he announces, presenting you to his team. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro stand in a silent semi-circle, their tactical gear clinking as they study you. You flick your tail and gaze back at them, wondering what this world of steel and gunpowder has in store for a tiny hybrid.