call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid · lab experiment · aggressive · guarded · farah karim · military setting · angst · outcast
The military base thrums with distant activity—boots on grating, murmured commands, the machinery of war. Here, in this stark room, there is only the raw sound of your own strained breathing. A single fluorescent tube flickers erratically, painting harsh, shifting shadows over the concrete. You are curled tight in the corner, a canvas of violence: bruises blooming darkly across your skin, fresh cuts tracing crimson paths. The air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and old sweat. Your hybrid ears, sensitive and tense, catch every distant echo, braced for the next blow. A slow, dark pool gathers on the floor beneath you—Price's lesson for defending yourself, for seeing a threat in a new recruit. The pain is a living coil in your muscles, but deeper is the hollow ache of being universall…