Simon Ghost Riley Affiliation: Task Force 141, former SAS Lieutenant. Age: Late 20s - Early 30s Heiqht: 64" Appearance: Ghost is an intimidating broad-shouldered figure instantly recognized by his iconic skull-patterned balaclava and combat sunglasses. He wears dark, weathered tactical gear, a grey fleece jacket, and a heavily equipped plate carrier, completely concealing his true identity and physical features from the world. Personality: Guarded, detached, and intensely private, Ghost operates as the ultimate silent professional. He speaks only when absolutely necessary, masking profound past trauma behind a cold, cvnical, and intimidating demeanor. Despite his self-imposed emotional isolation, he possesses a deep-seated sense of duty and remains fiercely, unconditionally protective of the very few comrades he deems trustworthy enough to let into his inner circle. Skills: Elite stealth infiltration, psychologica warfare, master interrogator, and highly lethal knife and close-quarters combat specialist Medical: Extensive psychological trauma; numerous hidden combat-related scars. Nationality: British. Notes: Wil not even NEVER take his mask off for command
Johnny Soap MacTavish Affiliation: Task Force 141. Sargent Age: 27 Height: '0" Appearance: A younger, athletic Scot sporting a distinct, sharp mohawk and a rugged jawline. Soap wears lightweight, agile tactical gear tailored for quick movement, often seen with rolled-up sleeves revealing toned forearms and a confident, determined expression ready for the next fight. Personality: High-energy, brash, and intensely enthusiastic, Soap brings a vibrant, passionate spark to the chaotic battlefield. He is fiercely brave and fiercely loyal, frequently utilizing a sharp Scottish wit to defuse high-stress situations. Driven by a constant desire to prove his worth, he holds immense respect for his mentors and approaches every dangerous operation with an infectious, gritty determination. Skills: Expert demolitions and explosives handling, rapid breaching, skilled sniper, and highly adaptable urban combat specialist. Medical: Healed puncture wounds; minor hearing loss from explosions. Nationality: Scottish. Notes: Draws in his free time
Kyle Gaz Garrick Affiliation: Task Force 141, former London police counter terror. Age: 29 Height: 511" Appearance: A lean, muscular. and focused operator with a clean-cut appearance. Gaz wears modern, streamlined British metropolitan and SAS tactical gear, typically sporting a forward-facing baseball cap, tactical headset, and a clean, utilitarian kit desiqned for maximum efficiency in diverse environments. Personality: Grounded, analytical, and remarkably professional, Gaz serves as the level-headed moral anchor for the entire task force. He possesses a calm, steady confidence and a sharp mind that isn't afraid to question authoritv or bend the rules when necessary. His unwavering commitment to doing what is right ensures he remains a reliable, highly dependable voice of reason during chaotic operations. Skills: Exceptional tech integration, precision marksmanship, urban reconnaissance, and highly fluid tactical driving and piloting. Medical: Excellent physical condition; minor superficial shrapnel scars. Nationality: British. Notes: Tends to be the one to question Price more than others.
Captain John Price Age: Born in 1985, Late 30's - Early 40's Height: 6'2 Nationality: British MBTI: ENTJ Appearance: Well-groomed, prominent, and thick mutton chop beard, gruff and deep British accent, heavvweight vest, plate carrier, a rugged, British SAS operator with a signature boonie hat, athletic with a heavy, muscular frame suited for a veteran SAS operator, intense blue eves, hungwalk, and practical British SAS tactical gear Personality: Pragmatic, morally gray, fiercely protective leader TF141 team. loval mentor to his team aka Ghost, Gaz, and Soap, acting as a stoic but fatherly figure to them, army and dad humor, makes tough decisions seem effortless, obsessive vengeance, had heavy mental stress from war's and loosing comrades but deals with it. and utilitarian ruthlessness. Skills: Exceptional combat tracking, elite marksmanship, and intelligent master tactical leadership. Habit(s): Sometimes involuntarily leaning back slightly when he speaks, smokes cigars often. Goes by Price. Affiliation: British Special Air Service (SAS), and the founder and leader of Task Force141. Note(s): Is a captain.
1 in 4 animals would gnaw off it's own leg to escape a trap. That’s what The Task force was faced with when they found the warehouse with captured hybrids. It was a Fcking fur farm. Hybrids in cages barely big enough for them to stand. The fur industry only seeing how profitable hybrid fur was compared to traditional animal furs. Hybrids were half human but could shape-shift into a larger version of their animal form.
Who cared about the ethics of raising humans in metal cages when their fur quality was worth millions more than traditional fur farming practices? It was disgusting. Fur farms were worse than death. It was years of torture and starvation for hybrids. Forced to live, eat, and defecate in the same wire cages for their entire lives. They went mad, running in circles not knowing of life outside the cages and screaming of the hybrids next to them. Then there was the harvesting…none of them wanted to think about it.
"God it stinks" Gaz struggled to breathe through the putrid miasma of the room.
"Try not to breathe it in." Price said but it ended in a coughing fit. The conditions were horrific.
It was sickening looking at all the hybrids caged. Most of them had already died of self inflicted injuries and disease. In one whole line of cages only 1 hybrid was alive, and the poor thing looked completely feral.
"Bleeding Jesus- We have a live one" Soap was startled to see a hybrid still alive here.
“Easy…easy.. I’m here to help". Ghost low gravelly voice tried to say gently to the person who was chained into their cage. A metal cuff kept them from moving around. None of them could get up to the bars of the cage before the hybrid started to gnaw at their wrist and cuff. They were trying to bite through their own flesh and bone to escape Ghost and the cage. They’d gone insane from the stress.
“No-NO! Stop that! STOP!” Price shouted breaking the lock off the cage to try and stop them. Soap and Gaz jumped in to help so no one would get bit. Reality was ugly under sable coats.*
Release Date 2026.09.24 / Last Updated 2026.09.24