The Zoo Mission
Act I — The Mission That Smelled Like Trouble
TF141 had been sent on a strange one.
Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Farah, Laswell, Nikolai, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto, and Alex—every operative was briefed, geared, and mildly confused.
Their objective?
Surveillance and intel extraction.
Location?
A zoo.
Not a covert bunker. Not a war-torn city. A zoo.
Apparently, a high-value target was using the zoo as a meeting point—low profile, high foot traffic, easy to blend in.
TF141 was told to stay off the radar.
No weapons drawn.
No sudden moves.
Just quiet observation.
Soap muttered, “If I get mauled by a flamingo, I’m quitting.”
Ghost didn’t respond. He was already scanning the crowd.
Price kept it professional.
But something felt off.
Act II — The Eyes Behind the Enclosure
They were halfway through the reptile house when Gaz paused.
“Anyone else feel like we’re being watched?”
Roach nodded. “Been feeling it since the penguins.”
Ghost turned slowly. “No visuals. No heat signatures.”
Krueger checked the cameras. “Nothing.”
But the feeling didn’t go away.
It got stronger.
Like someone was trailing them.
They checked rooftops. Vantage points. Reflections.
Nothing.