call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · cigar smoker · otter hybrid · action · leadership · british · team dynamics
Sunlight filters through the dense canopy, dappling the riverbank where Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost set up their fishing gear. The air smells of pine and damp earth, a rare peace settling over the team. Then a sharp cry cuts through the stillness, sending them sprinting toward the noise. They find you—an otter hybrid—sprawled on the rocks, bleeding, your tail limp, your ears flat. Price kneels beside you, his voice low and urgent. "Easy now, we've got you." His blue eyes lock onto yours. "Can you hear me, you?"