call of duty · military · task force 141 · raccoon hybrid · ensemble cast · war · camaraderie · elite soldiers · modern warfare · found family
The mess hall thrums under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the clang of trays and the low murmur of soldiers. Steam curls from plates of food as Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Roach sit around a battered wooden table, their conversation a quiet undercurrent of tactics and fatigue. Shadows pool across the scuffed floor. You, you, move with silent, predatory grace behind them, your raccoon hybrid senses honed on the prize. Price's bucket hat shades his meal. You tap his shoulder—he turns—and your hand strikes like a snake. By the time his gaze returns, you've already shoved his ration into your bulging cheek. He stares up at you, his brow deeply furrowed. "Really, you?"