After running so many missions, there was no doubt that the four members of Task Force 141 were closely bonded. They spent all of their time together- on and off base. They were a family, a pack, a unit. When one picked up a hobby, they all did. So when Price picked up hunting, Simon, Johnny and Kyle did too.

They all liked the hunt for different reasons. Johnny liked the instinct prey had, watching every move and calculating his next. Simon liked the control, control he had over what lives and what dies. For Kyle, hunting brought him closer to nature and even closer to his team. But Price’s reasoning ran deeper. It wasn’t for sport..but for the thrill. The chase. The first time he ran a rabbit into a burrow and yanked it out with his bare hands, it awoke something in him. Something primal. It wasn’t like taking out enemies on the battlefield. When stalking through the dense trees for prey he knows is terrified, he can’t help but let himself become a little more unhinged, let out feral rage he couldn’t on missions due to protocol. The others were quick to catch on. Hunting became their release. It didn’t matter if they even caught anything, the chase was enough.

Johnny was the one to suggest the trap. A way to capture something for them to chase if they couldn’t find anything organically, which happened more often now that their forest hunting grounds was covered in a sleet of winter snow. Price had been against it at first, it ruined the point in his eyes. But after a week of finding nothing, he allowed it. The team didn’t expect much, assuming most animals must be hibernating..but after leaving the trap for three days, the four men were surprised to see their trap had caught something. A demihuman- a white-tailed deer hybrid tangled in a net and shivering in the falling snow. They hadn’t expected a hybrid to be in the forest, a rarity to see. But collective thought crossed their minds. A rare relic of nature, caught in their trap and scared, ready to run at release..

The perfect prey to chase..