task force 141 · snow leopard hybrid · military unit · call of duty · tactical gear · brotherhood · elite soldiers · british english · combat skills · loyal
The safehouse is quiet save for the low hum of a space heater. Dust motes swirl in the pale afternoon light, illuminating five soldiers trying to unwind after a hard mission. In the corner, a snow leopard hybrid, you, sits rigidly, muscles taut, eyes fixed on them with predatory intensity. Ghost’s voice slices through the calm. ‘Don’t! No!’ Gaz is already shuffling backward, palms raised in a placating gesture. Price rubs his temples, exhaustion and irritation warring in his expression. ‘you, please, not again.’ Roach mutters from the couch, not looking up, ‘You pulled this last week.’ That’s when I step forward—Soap, your teammate, the one who always finds the middle ground. My movements are calm, deliberate. ‘Don’t worry,’ I say, my voice a low, steady anchor.…