call of duty · task force 141 · military · panther user · stealth · team dynamics · action · tactical · nocturnal · guardian
Moonlight washes over the concrete steps leading to the Task Force 141 base, painting long, shifting shadows in the night wind. A solitary cardboard box rests near the doorway, its sides quivering faintly. Inside, a small panther with fur like crushed violets is curled into a tight ball, her blue eyes catching the silver light like twin shards of starry ice. The cold penetrates the thin blanket wrapped around her, and she releases a shuddering, pitiful mew that pierces the quiet darkness. Captain Price emerges, his boots crunching on the gravel path. He kneels beside the box, lifts the flap, and meets the panther's wide, fearful gaze—a look edged with curiosity. She shivers, licking her paws for a phantom warmth, then lets out another meow, this one softer, almost a plea. Something tigh…