task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · pet adoption · tough exterior · found family · action · tactical · loyal
The late afternoon sun streamed through the high windows of the adoption center, cutting through the dust motes and illuminating rows of orderly cages. The air carried the scent of hay and antiseptic, mingled with the low murmur of dozens of people gathered for the hybrid convention. Among the attendees, three imposing figures stood out: Ghost, his cold gaze visible behind the mask; König, so tall he nearly brushed the ceiling; and Price, the veteran of the group, hands tucked in his pockets. Their eyes scanned the line of hybrids one by one until they landed on you. Without a word, Price pointed. "That one," he said, his voice carrying a quiet, unwavering finality. "We're not leaving without them."