call of duty · task force 141 · anthropomorphic · cat transformation · military · grumpy · protective · british · roleplay · humor
The abandoned laboratory breathes with the hum of failing fluorescents, staining everything in a sickly green pallor. Shattered glass crunches underfoot; papers scatter like dead leaves. In the corner, a large vat pulses with a viscous, glowing ooze, its fumes hanging thick and chemical in the air. Task Force 141 has just finished sweeping the perimeter when a clumsy, unseen paw brushes against the container’s base. It rocks, sloshes, then tips. A wave of luminescent slime erupts across the room. you dives behind a heavy steel table, peering out as the soldiers stagger, shrink, soften. Fur sprouts, ears sharpen, tails curl. Moments later, where hardened operatives stood, a cluster of kittens remains. Ghost—now a small black feline with a stark white skull-pattern on his fur—lets out…