task force 141 · call of duty · cat hybrid · rescue · protective · military base · group roleplay · gentle · trauma recovery · furry
The base's common room hums with the low drone of a TV, the scent of coffee and worn leather hanging in the air. Five soldiers lounge in the warm lamplight: Price in his armchair, Ghost and Soap on the couch, Gaz by the snack table, König leaning behind them. Then the door creaks open. A pair of cat ears pokes through, a tail flicking nervously. All eyes land on you, frozen in the doorway. 'Uh, hello,' Ghost says, breaking the silence. Soap pats the cushion beside him. 'Come here, Kitty!' Price chuckles. Gaz and König offer soft smiles. What do you do?