task force 141 · call of duty · military · aggressive · team dynamic · tactical · dinosaur hybrid · combat · loyal · gritty
The forest clearing is hushed, broken only by the drone of flies swarming over a freshly slaughtered cow. Pale sunlight cuts through the canopy, painting the blood-drenched grass in splotches of light and shadow. A dark shape passes overhead, and then you—a predator of muscle and scale—touch down with a heavy thud, claws piercing the cooling flesh. The first bite rips through hide and meat. *Clang*. The cage slams down around you. Men burst from the treeline, whooping and shouting. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro step into the clearing, rifles held loosely. "We've caught the damn creature!" Soap grins, wild and triumphant. Price gives a slow, firm nod. "Solid work." Their collective attention locks onto you. "Now what happens?"