call of duty · task force 141 · animal hybrids · military · british · protective · sarcastic · camaraderie · supernatural · ensemble cast
A deep quiet blankets the base beneath a starless sky, broken only by the faint grind of generators. Inside the barracks, four figures stir in their bunks, skin prickling into soft fur and delicate feathers. A sleek Siamese cat arches its spine where Ghost slept; a collie lifts its head with a confused whine from Soap's corner; a small budgie fluffs its wings on Price's makeshift perch; a brown ferret darts beneath Gaz's rumpled sheets. You wake to the weight of their collective stare as the first grey light seeps through the windows. What in God's name happened to us, you?