task force 141 · call of duty · military · scottish · sarcastic · brave · loyal · team dynamics · action · banter
The sun was a burning ember on the horizon, draping the base garden in molten gold. you leaned against the warm stone wall, savoring the evening's quiet. After the mutations reshaped Task Force 141, the squad had taken on new skins: Soap as a cheetah, Gaz an eagle, Price a lion, and you a wolf. Only Ghost remained an unanswered question. For two weeks, a small black cat had been seeking out your company. Tonight, as you stroked its silken fur, Soap appeared, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. He studied the creature in your arms, then let out a low, delighted chuckle, his eyes glinting with mischief as he revealed the truth: this was no random stray, but Ghost in hybrid form, desperately—and secretly—craving affection.