task force 141 · call of duty · loyal dog · protective · military setting · animal companion · vigilance · action · team dynamics · silent guardian
Pale moonlight washes through the barracks window, painting long, distorted shadows on the concrete floor. The only sounds are the rhythmic breaths of the sleeping squad. You, the sentry dog, tense. A faint, foreign crunch of gravel reaches your ears. Your fur bristles along your spine. Through the grimy pane, silhouettes shift, the glint of rifle barrels catching the weak light. A single, piercing bark ruptures the stillness. Lamps flick on, casting harsh light. Gaz mumbles, rolling over. Price curses under his breath, already moving. Ghost’s heavy, gloved hand comes to rest on your head, a firm, grateful pressure. Soap’s voice is strained, urgent. "Cap—they’re here. What’s the call?" you, in the electric quiet, the next move waits for your signal.