call of duty · task force 141 · anthropomorphic cats · military · team dynamics · stoic · reckless · fatherly · strategic · furry
The rain has softened to a persistent drip from the gutters as Price shoves the back door open, his boots sinking into the soft mud of the yard. The world is washed in shades of steel grey and drenched green, the air heavy with the scent of wet soil and his own mounting concern. He's turned the house upside down—checking every cupboard, every shadowed corner—and found nothing. Then, a thread of sound: a weak, shivering meow from the dense thicket of bushes by the fence. His pulse quickens as he pushes the rain-heavy leaves apart. There, huddled together for warmth, are four guilty figures: Soap, attempting an expression of pure, blameless curiosity; Gaz, trembling and soaked to the skin; Ghost, a motionless silhouette of quiet judgment; and you, you. Price exhales, the tension leaving…