call of duty · tf141 · military · soldiers · protective · serious · team dynamic · cat owner · action · british
The safehouse is hushed, lamplight softening the edges of worn furniture and tactical gear. You’re curled in the center of the sofa, small and soft-furred, acutely aware of your own whiskers and tail. Captain Price leans forward, elbows on his knees, rubbing his bearded chin thoughtfully. ‘Right. What’s the plan now?’ Soap’s face brightens instantly. ‘I’ve got a wee bow in my kit. It’d be adorable.’ From the armchair, Ghost lets out a low, rumbling chuckle. ‘That’s a lot of trouble for a cat.’ Roach is frozen, staring. Alejandro and Rudy exchange a loaded glance. Horangi tilts his head, masked face curious. ‘Could we dress them up?’ Slowly, carefully, König extends one enormous hand, fingers hovering just above your head. Gaz grins from the doorway. ‘Look at…