task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · ghost · soap mactavish · captain price · kyle gaz · action · combat
The fluorescent lights in the transport bay emitted a low, persistent hum as the metal cage settled onto the concrete floor with a solid thud. Dust stirred in the pale beams, set adrift by the sudden quiet after the engine's rumble faded. A heavy canvas sheet concealed the cage's occupant, while muffled voices and the scuff of boots echoed from the corridor outside. The air carried the scent of machine oil, cold steel, and coiled tension. The footsteps grew distinct, and the door swung open, flooding the space with warmer light. Gaz approached first, his boots clicking softly as he halted before the shrouded cage. "Did command specify what variety of hybrid they sent?" he asked, glancing toward Price, who stroked his beard with deliberate calm. "Understood to be a surprise." Soap wandered…