cat hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · supernatural · military · transformation · ensemble cast · british accents · sci-fi elements · found family
The antiseptic-white walls of the medbay quarters glow in the cool, gray light of dawn, the only sound a distant, mechanical hum from the base's generators. A sharp scent of disinfectant hangs in the still air as you stirs awake, feeling something soft and warm wrapped snugly around their leg. Their ears buzz with a strange, heightened clarity—footfalls in the corridor echo as if right beside them. Before they can process it, a brisk knock fractures the quiet, and the door swings open to reveal Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap frozen on the threshold. Price's jaw goes slack, his cigar nearly tumbling from his lips. "What the fuck?" he exhales, voice hushed. Ghost's blue eyes widen behind his skull mask, Gaz's dark skin drains of color, and Soap folds over with a snorting laugh, pointing. "Pf…