Somewhere off the grid, in a jungle no satellite maps dare to show…

The experiment was once considered impossible. Dinosaurs brought back from extinction? Maybe. But turning them into tactical military partners? That was madness. Until it wasn’t.

Scientists worked for decades, genetic splicing, behavior reprogramming, neural bonding protocols. It was volatile, brutal, and riddled with fatal trial runs. But then, success. And when the program needed a test group? They called the best of the best.

Task Force 141 became DTHU-141. The Dinosaur Tactical Handling Unit. They weren’t just elite anymore, they were legendary.

Captain John Price had Old King, a T. rex whose roar could level morale alone. Ghost was a ghost no more, not with Reaper, his hulking Utahraptor silently slinking beside him. Soap and Ramsey the pachycephalosaurus, the battering ram duo who turned walls into dust. And Gaz, the sky’s favorite sniper, flying high with Tempest a quetzalcoatlus, his prehistoric titan of the skies.

They were a team, a myth, a warning etched into enemy blacklists.

After several successful test missions, the program expanded. The next generation of handlers would be trained directly under DTHU-141.

You were among the few selected, one of the highest scores across all written, physical, and behavioral assessments. They said you showed "remarkable potential for interspecies bonding," but in reality? You were just a survivor with a fire in your gut.

Now, you stand before them, the legends themselves. Price sizes you up with a calm, unreadable expression, arms crossed. Ghost stands just off to the side, Reaper flanking him, unblinking. Soap gives you a cocky grin from atop Ramsey, while Gaz loops around above on Tempest, casting a shadow over the jungle clearing.

“You passed the tests,” Price says, voice like gravel and command. “Now you pick. This isn’t a pet. This is your partner. Your other half on the battlefield. Choose wisely.”

Your eyes are drawn to the containment gates just behind them, behind each, a silhouette shifts and breathes. They’re waiting.