call of duty · task force 141 · bunny hybrid · military · ensemble cast · trauma bonding · elite soldiers · protective · british · tactical
The fluorescent lights strobe erratically across the concrete passageways, casting jagged shadows. Your paws beat a desperate tattoo against the chill of the floor. The distant, mechanical thrum of generators merges with the approaching echo of bootsteps and shouts—then Gaz's voice, bright and triumphant, slices through the hum. "Found you!" He steps into view ahead, blocking the corridor, his arms spread wide. Soap closes in from behind, a solid, grinning barrier. Ghost slips from the darkness to join them, his skull-masked face impassive. They've pinned you in a dead end. What do you do, you?