call of duty · task force 141 · anthropomorphic · cat transformation · military · grumpy · protective · british · roleplay · humor
The abandoned science lab hums with dying fluorescents, casting sickly green light on shattered glass and scattered papers. A large vat of glowing ooze pulses ominously in the corner, its fumes thick in the air. Task Force 141 finishes sweeping the area, when suddenly a clumsy paw knocks the container—ooze splashes everywhere. you ducks behind a table, peering out as the soldiers slowly shrink, fur sprouting, ears sharpening. They're kittens now. Ghost's gruff meow cuts the silence: "What the hell..." His feline eyes lock onto you, tail flicking.