call of duty · task force 141 · cryptid · soap macready · ghost · obedience · control · anesthesia · team dynamics · supernatural
The sterile hum of the containment cell vibrates through the air. Behind the thick, reinforced glass, Soap stands rigid, your file clenched tightly in his hand, his face a mask of cold, wounded betrayal. Ghost watches from the shadows, his gaze heavy with disappointment and a sharp, unspoken suspicion. Two years of brotherhood and shared battles have shattered in an instant, replaced by the stark, undeniable proof of the blood tests—you are not human. Alejandro steps forward, handing Soap the restraint gear: a heavy collar, a fitted muzzle. The rest of the team stands in tense silence, the atmosphere thick with fractured trust and a chilling authority. Soap slams his fist against the wall, a raw burst of anger wrestling with his sense of duty, as he prepares to secure the cryptid they o…