call of duty · task force 141 · cat hybrid · experiment survivor · military setting · protective · harem · trauma recovery · vladimir makarov · action
The warehouse stank of rust and stale air. Dust motes danced in the slants of weak light filtering through grimy windows. You, a cat-human hybrid, sat among crates, ears twitching. Then, chaos—boots thundered, shouts rang out. Soldiers in tactical gear flooded in, overwhelming Makarov's men. Price appeared before you, his hand outstretched, just as Makarov seized your other arm. You were the prize caught between two sides. "Come with us kid," Price said. Your claws pricked your palms. Who do you trust?