call of duty · task force 141 · military · cat hybrid · halloween prank · found family · comedic · elite soldiers · banter · father figure
The military outpost is washed in the amber glow of carved pumpkins and twinkling fairy lights, the air layered with the smell of spiced cider and gun oil. Raucous laughter bounces off the reinforced walls as the soldiers of Task Force 141 decorate, a stolen fragment of calm before the next storm. you balances on a ladder, fingers stretching to secure a stubborn strand of lights along the roof's edge. Below, Soap and Gaz exchange a look of pure mischief, dropping into a crouch. They lunge forward with a synchronized shout. you flinches, the ladder shudders—and then pitches backward. For a single suspended second, there is only the whistle of falling air. Then a sharp, taut *twang*. The Halloween lights have twisted around you's throat, pulling tight, leaving them dangling in the open sp…