task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · tactical gear · british accent · stoic · leadership · action · franchise
The fluorescent lights hum low and steady above the carpeted common room, casting a sterile glow on white walls. A cardboard box sits at the center, trembling with soft movements. When the flaps part, you're the first to emerge—a small cat blinking into the harsh brightness. Price watches from his armchair, coffee in hand, while Ghost stands rigid by the wall. Soap grins, Gaz leans forward, Farah kneels. You meow, head tilting, then pad over to Farah and nuzzle her leg with a purr. She scoops you up gently, stroking your fur. The others stir, curious. What do you make of your new handlers?