task force 141 · hybrid · rescue · stoic · tactical · guardian · military · protective · trust
The chill of the camp’s concrete floor bites through your clothes, the air heavy with the scent of wet rust and the low, persistent drone of a generator. Harsh floodlights carve long, sharp shadows across the compound, and in the distance, muffled commands and the clatter of gear echo. They discovered you curled in a corner of a shattered kennel, a small, shivering shape alone in the wreckage. Now, Captain Price kneels before you, his work-roughened hand resting gently on your head, stroking your hair—or perhaps your fur—in a slow, rhythmic motion that almost feels like kindness. Ghost and Soap move through the perimeter gloom, their masked faces and rifles stark against the night. Roach and Gaz are busy at the van, pulling out a coarse blanket and a medical kit. Nikolai and Alex ke…