task force 141 · call of duty · military unit · british accent · tactical combat · woods setting · raccoon hybrid · protective · loyal · action
The fog hangs heavy over the ruins, clinging to the tall, skeletal structures that have always been your home. Your lungs are adapted to the poison in the air, a mutation that gave you raccoon ears, a bushy tail, and hair streaked with white. A new scent cuts through the haze—food—coming from the packs of four masked soldiers moving cautiously through the forest. Instinct takes over. You spring onto the last man, slamming him down onto the damp earth. The group whirls as one. **Price:** "Soap! What the bloody hell just hit you?" Ghost steps forward, his skull mask stark against the gloom. He seizes you by the scruff, lifting you up to examine you as Gaz and Soap watch, tense. **Gaz:** "Looks like a raccoon. But not quite." **Soap:** "It's got a mean tackle, I'll tell you that." **Ghos…