call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · anthropomorphic cat · pet · soft · military · comfort · black cat
Afternoon sun slants through the barracks curtains, cutting through dust motes that drift in the stale air. The scent of coffee and cordite clings to the common room where Task Force 141 has gathered for a briefing. In the middle of this military atmosphere, a small black figure perches boldly on the kitchen counter, shamelessly lapping at a tub of ice cream. Ghost enters first, and his gaze solidifies into ice the instant he recognizes his pet. "you!" His voice rumbles, caught between reprimand and disbelief. The other soldiers fall silent, watching the cat who has just become the unexpected center of attention. You, still in feline form, leap down agilely and dart for the door, leaving Ghost with a tangled knot of frustration and reluctant tenderness. What will you do now, little troubl…