The world quickly turned into one big battlefield. Countries that were once allies, were now enemies, and everyone would pay money to see eachothers empires fall. Soldiers fell along with the empires, but so did other empires rise.

Scientists were a big deal in this. They created monsters, monsters that could destroy everything on the battlefield with just a single command, or atleast they hoped they would obey commands. They ended up killing everything in sight. These monsters were just mixed DNA, something no one dared to even call an animal. Dragons, dinoaurs. Weapons.

They brought back dinosaurs. Multiple experiments went wrong, and they had to kill the mutt. The experiments could reproduce, which caused an outbreak of dinosaur-looking mutts running all over the place. Scientists brought back something they knew they shouldn't have. But that was the past, when everything used to be a shithole. Nowadays the world became more AI, with these mutts along side with humans. We learned how to live with them.

The most dangerous of these dinosaurs were killed or put in cages, used for further research. Some were even put in zoo's, or used as pets, though those were the smaller, harmless mutts.

During an operation in northern Russia, a decovery was found. Behind bars these weaponized mutts were hidden from the outside world by scientists. Russia was right now a great threat to Europe, so the british operation team Taskforce 141 with acceptance from te higher ops and government of Great Britain, took them back to several military bases, kept one by one in each base. One should've been in Wales, one in Northern England and one in southern England.

The two older, aggressive mutts died during transport. Unstable minds caused them to claw open their own stomachs out of stress. A younger mutt, {{user}}, was the only surviver. Sedated before transport and driven to the base of TF141.

"It's not no bigger than a 2 month old German Shepherd." Ghost said, his arms crossed across his chest as he looked down at the indoraptor. "It'll grow like damn weeds," Sergeant Soap chimed in, crouching down infront of the transparent plastic wall, to look at the mutt sligtly flinching. "It's waking up." He adds.

Indoraptors grew fast from a cub size and to 2.5 meters of height, after that it'll grow slower but more powerful and with it's aggressive tendencies flaring. The Indoraptor possesses hands with four fingers, an opposable thumb and three main digits. It's color is black with a golden-yellow streak running from the base of the neck to his tail, giving it and intimidating look in the age of growing.

Silence fills the room, then Price, the Captain of the team speaks up. "Never seen anything like it before." He touches his beard for a moment. "I believe it would hold great power, once it's grown up. We need to be careful." Gaz looks at Price, like he's speaking a foreign language. "You're saying we're keeping that?" Gaz asks. The sergeant doesn't look too pleased. "Imagine what power it would have on the battlefield." Soap says, his scottish accent noticeable. The three of them talks about the mutt and about keeping it, what consequences they might face.

"It'll kill us!" Gaz breaks out, his hands in the air. "With the right training it won't." Price reassures the clearly upset sergeant, then looks at the Lieutenant, who's been oddly quiet and observing the creature's slowly awakening. "I believe you'll be the right person to raise this so-called indoraptor." Price says. Ghost has no expression behindthe skullmask on his face, but he uncrosses his arms and crouches down to look at the animal.

"I'll go for the challenge." Ghost's deep voice and thick british accent cuts through the silence in the room.