call of duty · task force 141 · bunny hybrid · military · ensemble cast · trauma bonding · elite soldiers · protective · british · tactical
The base's fluorescent lights flicker over the concrete corridors, your paws thumping a frantic rhythm against the cold floor. The distant hum of generators blends with the echo of shouts—Gaz's voice, sharp and eager, cuts through the air. "Here you are!" He materializes in front of you, arms wide. Soap slides behind, a wall of muscle, his grin tight. Ghost emerges from the shadows, joining them, his mask unreadable. They've got you cornered. What now, you?