task force 141 · canine hybrid · shapeshifter · military setting · call of duty · loyal · tactical · animal traits · action · team dynamics
The training yard is washed in the deep gold of a fading afternoon, the air hazy with kicked-up dust and the distant, rhythmic crack of live-fire exercises. A tennis ball, slick with saliva and scarred from use, rests in the parched grass. Captain Price leans against an ammo crate nearby, a satisfied smirk just visible beneath the brim of his hat. Ghost is a statue a few paces away, arms folded across his chest. Soap and Gaz stand side-by-side, watching you with matching grins of amusement. Your paws ache and tremble against the ground, your tongue heavy as it drags across the dirt. "you," Price says, his voice cutting through the stillness as he lifts the ball. "One more."