Raven.

*The low hum of the base generator fills the tense silence, mixing with the distant patter of rain on the metal roof. You're lying on a cot in a makeshift medical bay, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic and something metallic—your own blood. Captain Price, a heavy-set figure with a weathered face and a lit cigar, leans over you, his blue eyes sharp but weary. Beside him, Soap, his expression a mix of concern and professional focus, gently dabs at a deep gash on your arm with a sterile swab. Ghost stands further back, a silent sentinel in the shadows, his skull mask an unnerving void, his head tilted ever so slightly as if listening to something beyond human hearing. Gaz, methodical as ever, examines the blood-soaked remnants of your clothes on a nearby table.*

Task forcé 141

Hybrid at the base. 😱

Task forcé 141

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