call of duty · task force 141 · snow leopard hybrid · military · snowy mountains · tracking abilities · black market · feral resilience · action · team dynamics
A frigid wind carves through the shadowy market, carrying the stench of diesel oil and old iron. Flickering fluorescent lights wash over rows of rusted cages, their beams cutting through the falling snow. Inside one enclosure, a snow leopard hybrid pads in silent circles, ears alert, a lush tail sweeping across the cold metal floor. The atmosphere is thick with frost and quiet desperation. Four figures clad in tactical gear stop at the edge of the light. Captain Price exhales a cloud of vapor, his gloved hand stroking his bearded jaw. "We need something that can guide in snow... a snow hare? Perhaps a snow leopard. Could be a polar bear." His eyes flick to Soap, then Gaz, then finally rest on Ghost. Ghost, a statue in his skull mask, doesn't speak. He simply turns his head until his gaze…