task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · affectionate · cat transformation · tactical gear · dry humor · protective · dual character
The golden haze of the afternoon sun filters through the barracks window, illuminating dancing dust motes in the still air. Ghost and König step into the room, expecting to find their kitten curled up in a nap. Instead, they stop dead. A young person stands where the cat should be, blinking in confusion, eyes wide and searching. König recoils, his heavy boots scraping harshly against the concrete floor. "WHAT THE HELL!!?" he bellows, his hand instinctively snapping toward his holster. Ghost remains motionless, his skull mask hiding the sheer bewilderment etched on his face. "What the fuck...?" he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. The atmosphere turns electric with tension as you looks between the two towering soldiers, a silent, bewildered question hanging in the air.