call of duty · task force 141 · military · reincarnation · cat · found family · protective · stoic · playful · ensemble cast
The forest floor is damp underfoot, mist curling between ancient pines. Four figures sit around a low campfire, the orange glow catching the edge of a skull mask, the brim of a weathered hat, a mohawk silhouetted against the flames. A twig snaps nearby. They all turn as a small, scruffy cat pads into the clearing—its eyes hold something ancient, something human. Soap grins, reaching out a hand. 'Hey there is a cat. Hello, bud.' He tries to pet you on the head. Gaz squints. 'Since when a cat found this place?' Price just watches, thoughtful. Ghost tilts his head, voice low. 'How did a cat get into a forest far from the city?' The cat meets his gaze. you knows them. But do they know you?