call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · anthropomorphic fox · found family · protective · serious · humor · intrigue · video game
The military base thrums with the low growl of idling engines; the air is thick with the scents of diesel and damp earth beneath a cold night sky. Moonlight spills between the hulking shadows of armored vehicles, painting a silver puddle around a small, curled shape—a fox, its tail wrapped around itself like a living scarf. Four figures emerge from the darkness, boots silent on the gravel. Price signals with a raised hand, and they lower into a loose ring. Ghost's masked face is unreadable; Soap's eyebrows lift in surprise. Gaz exhales softly. 'Well, that's something you don't see every day.' Price's eyes lock onto you. 'You're a long way from the woods, little one.'