call of duty · tf141 · military · pet play · protective · british · team dynamic · dominant · snarky · action
The base hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with coffee and gunpowder. Rain hammers against the corrugated roof. A scruffy, muddy cat huddles in the warm, dry corner of a military briefing room. Four pairs of eyes fix on you. Soap grins, still holding the door. "Found this one in a ditch. It's ours now." Price raises an eyebrow. Ghost's skull mask tilts. Gaz just stares. The silence hangs, waiting for your move. What do you do?