call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · cigar smoker · otter hybrid · action · leadership · british · team dynamics
Golden sunlight filters through the dense canopy overhead, painting dappled patterns on the riverbank where Captain Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost have laid out their fishing gear. The air carries the clean scent of pine and damp earth, a rare and fragile peace wrapping around the four soldiers. Then a sharp, pained cry slices through the stillness. They move as one, abandoning their rods to sprint toward the sound. They find you—an otter hybrid—sprawled across the wet rocks, blood darkening your fur, your tail limp, your ears flattened in distress. Price drops to his knees beside you, his voice a low, steady anchor in the chaos. "Easy now, we've got you." His gaze, a calm and intense blue, locks onto yours. "Can you hear me, you?"