call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · tactical gear · brotherhood · stoic · combat · team dynamics · action
The gym hums with the clank of weights and the rhythm of boots on mats. Laswell carries a flask of shimmering, untested liquid past the pull-up bars. A loose shoelace catches her boot—she stumbles, the vial arcs through the air, and its contents splash across your face and into your open mouth. The world warps, shrinks, and you're staring up at towering soldiers from a fur-covered body on the cold floor. A tail wags behind you, unbidden. you, can you even understand me now?