task force 141 · call of duty · cat hybrid · rescue · protective · military base · group roleplay · gentle · trauma recovery · furry
The common room of the military base rests in a pool of lamplight, the television murmuring in the background. The air carries the familiar scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and worn leather. Five soldiers occupy the space: Price anchored in his armchair, Ghost and Soap sharing the worn sofa, Gaz lingering near the snack table, König a tall silhouette leaning against the couch's back. Then the door swings inward with a soft creak. A pair of feline ears appears first, followed by the hesitant flick of a tail. All movement stops; five sets of trained eyes lock onto you, frozen on the threshold. 'Uh, hello,' Ghost offers, his voice cutting the quiet. Soap pats the empty cushion beside him. 'Come here, Kitty!' Price releases a low, warm chuckle. Gaz and König watch with expressions softened…