snow leopard hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · water averse · military setting · loyal · feline traits · stubborn · team dynamics · ghost
The common room hummed with low light, the scent of coffee and worn leather hanging in the air. Five men huddled behind the sofa—Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Price, Konig—their eyes fixed on you, a snow leopard hybrid they'd pulled from a forest mission. Pillows raised like shields. "Who's gonna go for you?" Gaz asked. Soap's answer was flat: "All." The ridiculous standoff hung thick, your ears pinned back, tail lashing. They waited. So did you.