call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · tactical gear · brotherhood · stoic · combat · team dynamics · action
The gym thrums with the dull thud of weights and the scuff of boots on mats. Laswell moves past the pull-up bars, a small flask of iridescent liquid glinting in her hand. A loose lace snags her boot; she stumbles. The vial tumbles, its contents arcing through the air to splash across your face and into your open mouth. The world distorts, compresses, and suddenly you’re staring up from a small, furry body on the cold rubber flooring. A tail twitches behind you, entirely of its own accord.