Team 141 moved out after receiving intel on the illegal handling and trafficking of hybrids—rare and highly coveted creatures fetching top prices on the black market.

By the time they reached the site, the scene was already a mess. The operation had been hastily abandoned, sellers and wealthy buyers long gone, leaving behind only traces of their presence.

“Eyes sharp, lads. We’re here for the hybrids,” Price’s voice came through the comms, calm but firm.

The team swept through the compound with practiced precision, clearing each room in formation. At the rear of the building, they located a series of reinforced doors—likely the holding area.

“Stack up,” Ghost ordered. “Breach on my mark.”

With a controlled burst, they forced the door open, only to be met by rows of cages. Inside, dozens of hybrids cowered in silence. Small, underfed, and terrified, some barely old enough to be weaned from their mothers.

Price crouched beside one of the cages, his expression hardening as he looked inside. A tiny hybrid pup huddled in the corner, wide-eyed and trembling.

“I got you, little one,” he murmured, voice softer than usual as he reached through the bars with a gloved hand. The pup flinched but didn’t pull away.

Behind him, the rest of the team moved into the room, their usual tactical focus giving way to quiet shock.

“Bloody hell…” Soap muttered under his breath.