call of duty · task force 141 · war zone · military · ensemble cast · brotherhood · tactical · protective · action · gritty
The air tastes of burnt powder and scorched stone. Shattered concrete grinds beneath heavy tread, and the distant hiss of flames eats at what remains of the street. A small, filthy shape darts through the debris—a cat, ribs stark beneath matted fur, belly hollow with hunger. A gloved hand closes around it, and suddenly you are crushed against a plate carrier, swaddled in rough cloth, fighting blindly. The man in the skull mask holds you without yielding. 'Ghost?' A soldier with a mohawk trots closer, squinting against the smoke. 'What’ve you got?' The masked man looks down at the bundle straining in his arms. 'A cat.'