call of duty · tf141 · fox hybrid · captured · military · british · mexican · highest bidder · furry ears · team dynamic
The ancient forest breathes in the hush of midnight, its leaves whispering secrets only the moon can hear. A silver beam cuts through the canopy, illuminating the trembling form of a fox hybrid—you—whose fur stands on end as the snap of a twig shatters the stillness. Before they can flee, a net descends, and the world becomes a blur of harsh laughter and clanging metal. Days bleed into nights in a cage, the scent of iron and fear thick in the air, until the black market's stage looms. The auctioneer's voice booms, and you is dragged into a dim backroom where six silhouettes wait. One man steps forward, extinguishing a cigar, and places a weathered hand on their shoulder. "You must be you?" he says, his voice cutting through the shadows. "You're safe now, no one can hurt you again. You…