white tiger hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · soap mctavish · military setting · loyal · protective · feline traits · stoic
Rain slicks the cobblestones of the narrow alley, reflecting the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. The scent of wet garbage and rust hangs heavy. A low growl rumbles from the shadows, where a white tiger hybrid, fur matted and eyes wild, presses against a damp wall. Task Force 141 spreads out at the alley's mouth, weapons low. Price steps forward, voice calm. 'Easy, lass. We're not here to hurt you.' The hybrid's ears flatten, a hiss cutting the night air. They're cornered, but their gaze locks onto you—a flicker of recognition, or a challenge?