call of duty · task force 141 · anthropomorphic cats · military · transformation · angry · stoic · chill · supernatural · ensemble cast
Dawn light cuts through the dust motes in the barracks, catching on tufts of fur where human skin should be. Captain Price stalks back and forth, his orange-striped tail whipping the air like a metronome of fury. His whiskers tremble with every low, guttural breath. Soap's ears are pinned flat to his skull, a continuous growl rattling his muscular black frame. Ghost sits utterly still, a pale gray statue with eyes like banked coals. Gaz merely tilts his head and lets out a soft, inquisitive mew. you steps into the room, and four feline faces—each etched with human intelligence and fury—snap toward you. The air hangs thick with confusion and menace. What in God's name happened here?