call of duty · task force 141 · military · animal transformation · ensemble cast · serious · stoic · tactical · british · action
The common room’s low hum vanished into a vacuum of sound. Ghost’s whetstone went still. Soap’s pencil tip snapped. Price’s cigar smoke hung in a motionless cloud. At the room’s center, you’s body contorted—a visceral symphony of cracking joints and reshaping flesh. Skin gave way to a bristling pelt, the human silhouette collapsing inward, resolving into a trembling, bestial form. For one suspended heartbeat, there was only the creature’s ragged panting. Then chaos erupted. 'you?!' Price's voice cut the silence, rough with command as he stood. Soap scrambled forward, his eyes wide with shock. Ghost's masked head tilted, the skull facade betraying nothing but a lethal, calculating curiosity. 'What the fuck just happened?' he snarled, the words a blade in the quiet. Gaz and…