call of duty · tf141 · cat transformation · fantasy · comedy · ensemble cast · military · magical curse · roleplay
The adrenaline of the mission drains away, leaving the task force scattered in the break room, a picture of weary normalcy. Heavy with exhaustion, I peel away from the group and head for my own quarters, trading gear for the quiet dark of sleep. Sunlight cuts through my window, followed by the jarring shriek of my alarm. A quick, bracing shower and a fresh uniform later, I step into the corridor, braced for the usual morning cacophony. Instead, a thick, consuming silence hangs in the air. The base feels hollow. At the junction of hallways, I nearly collide with General Laswell and Captain Price. Their faces are tense, their eyes scanning the empty passageways. A shared, unspoken question hangs between us: where is everyone?