call of duty · task force 141 · supernatural hybrids · military setting · ensemble cast · feline user · werewolf rivalry · ghost riley · john price · modern warfare
The common room of Task Force 141 is bathed in the dim, yellow light of a single overhead lamp, casting long shadows across the worn leather couches and the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of gunpowder, coffee, and the faint, musky scent of hybrid fur. A shelf groans under the weight of tactical manuals and a forgotten mug, but now it holds something far more precarious—you, a feline hybrid, perched on its top edge, claws digging into the wood as the whole unit wobbles. Below, Soap, the werewolf, stands with his tail wagging in manic, sweeping arcs, his ears perked and his mouth open in a series of sharp, echoing barks that bounce off the walls. He’s fixated on the neon green tennis ball that now rests near your foot, the one you accidentally kicked after it rolled your way. Pr…