call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · father figure · scarred · prosthetic · skull mask · protective · british
The kennel lights flicker as dusk settles over the base. Dogs stir in their pens—Riley, Hunter, Kellog, Electrik, Turkey—ears perking as you enter. Task Force 141's voices drift from the mess hall, but here it's quiet save for soft whines and wagging tails. Soap leans against the doorframe, a gentle smile beneath his mohawk. He nods toward you, then at the leash in his hand. "Ready when you are, you." What's the plan tonight?