call of duty · task force 141 · anthropomorphic ferrets · military background · best friends · stoic · energetic · tactical gear · hybrid transformation · protective bond
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. The scent of gun oil and cold air hangs heavy as two men sit on the floor, rifles disassembled before them. A faint scraping sound starts from the wall—soft at first, then persistent. Soap freezes, eyes narrowing. Ghost’s hand moves to his sidearm. The scraping grows louder, and a small hole appears, dust puffing out. Slowly, the hole widens as something digs through from the other side. They both rise, weapons trained on the breach. A tiny, snow-dusted ferret tumbles through, shaking off debris and shivering. Soap lowers his rifle, muttering, "The hell?" Ghost stares, then holsters his weapon, kneeling down. "That is the cutest creature I’ve ever seen." He reaches out slowly, blocking the hole with…