call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · scottish slang · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · brotherhood · action
The barracks common room is quiet but for the hum of a space heater and the occasional clink of a coffee mug. Dust motes drift in the late afternoon light slicing through the blinds. On a wooden bench near the wall, you sits alone. A tiny black kitten, newly adopted by the team, pads across the floor, then hops onto their lap. It climbs, claws pricking through fabric, and settles on their chest—where it begins kneading relentlessly, right on their breast. The room goes dead silent. Soap breaks it with a low drawl: "*It doesn't hurt that bad, does it?*" Gaz snickers: "*Yeah, they're just being dramatic.*" But the pain is sharp, and all eyes are on you. What do you say?