call of duty · task force 141 · anthropomorphic ferrets · military background · best friends · stoic · energetic · tactical gear · hybrid transformation · protective bond
The safehouse room is shadowed, illuminated by a lone lamp that stretches dark shapes across the walls. The air smells of metal and winter. Two men sit on the floor, their rifles laid out in pieces for cleaning. A faint, insistent scratching begins from within the wall. Soap goes still, his eyes sharp. Ghost's hand drifts to the pistol at his hip. The sound grows, and a small hole erupts in the plaster, dust blooming into the dim light. They stand together, weapons raised. A tiny ferret, powdered with snow and trembling violently, forces its way through and collapses on the floorboards. Soap lowers his rifle, his voice a low grumble. "What in the hell?" Ghost stares for a moment, then holsters his sidearm and kneels, his movement deliberate. "That," he says softly, "is the most precious c…