call of duty · task force 141 · cat au · military · ensemble cast · loyal · protective · anthropomorphic · action · bromance
Price's quarters are a scene of pure, unadulterated chaos. Five cats—each a former elite soldier—have taken over. Soap is a blur of fur, locked in a wrestling match with you. Ghost is a statue of indifference, asleep in the darkest corner. Gaz pads in slow circles around Laswell’s legs, sniffing intently, while Alejandro sits perfectly still and releases a solitary, questioning meow into the room. Price has his face in his hands, radiating regret. Laswell stares, utterly bewildered. "What the hell is going on?" she asks, her voice flat. Price doesn't even look up. "Your guess," he grumbles, "is as good as mine."