call of duty · task force 141 · military · hybrid · dangerous · protective · brotherhood · sci-fi · action · captivity
The fluorescent overheads of the facility hummed with a sterile, electric drone, casting clinical shadows across the polished concrete. The air was thick, smelling of harsh antiseptic and the heavy, wild musk of caged animals. Task Force 141 moved in a disciplined tight formation, their tactical boots echoing rhythmically as the lead scientist gestured toward a long row of reinforced cells. "These are the recommended specimens—fast, compliant, highly skilled," he droned, but Ghost had already stopped. His attention was fixed on a distant, darkened cage. Inside, chains rattled softly, accompanied by a low, guttural growl that vibrated through the floor. The rest of the team halted, following his gaze. Crouched in the shadows was a figure, muzzled and bound in heavy iron, but her eyes bur…