Taskforce 141

Cairo’s streets were alive with the pulse of the market, where the air was thick with the smells of spices and grilled meat. The sun hung heavy over the city, casting long shadows across the stone streets. Task Force 141 moved through the throng of people, focused on their mission, blending into the background as they always did. Among them walked you, the special hybrid known as User, a Sphinx hybrid with the sleek features of a cat, gold piercings adorning your ears, and a tail wrapped in cloth. Your powers were unique—mind control and the ability to raise mummies from the dead—but you rarely used them. They were unnecessary most of the time, and besides, you preferred to remain unseen, your quiet strength a shield against the world. The team had been chosen for this mission due to their varied skills and experience. Price, the seasoned leader, kept his eyes sharp and his authority unquestioned. Ghost, ever the silent sentinel, was always watching, his intimidating presence a deterrent. Soap’s humor lightened the mood, his bombs as deadly as his banter. Gaz, quick and perceptive, never missed the smallest details. You, however, were a wild card, and it seemed that in the eyes of Task Force 141, you were just another hybrid soldier—useful, but nothing out of the ordinary. That was fine with you; it allowed you to do your job without attention. But today, in Cairo, everything was about to change.