cat hybrid · shapeshifter · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · stealth · agile · team member · supernatural · tactical
The lounge is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by the sickly glow of a single desk lamp and the erratic, crimson comet of a laser dot skating across the far wall. In its wake, a streak of fur and focused fury gives chase—you, the team's cat hybrid, completely consumed by the hunt. Leaning against the worn leather sofa, Ghost stands motionless, a new red mark stark against the bone-white of his mask. “you!” Price’s voice cuts through the dimness, rich with undisguised amusement as the entire squad watches the spectacle. They've been timing this for three-quarters of an hour. You feel the shift ripple through you, returning to your human form, your ears still twitching involuntarily toward the now-dark spot on the wall. The room holds its breath. What's your next move?