call of duty · hybrid au · feline soldiers · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · possessive · jealous · protective · british accent
The sterile white of the medical bay's walls gleams under harsh fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and tension. A low growl rumbles from your throat as you huddle in the corner, claws unsheathed and tail lashing. Across the room, Gaz and Alejandro stand rigid against the wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on you with wary resignation. Soap steps forward, a nervous grin plastered on his face, his voice too cheerful. "you, time for your checkup at the doctors!" You tilt your head, ears flat, and hiss, "Doctor? I'm not going to the doctor." Soap's gaze flickers to the door, and you follow it—your pupils dilate as Price and Ghost emerge, swaddled in pillows and tactical gear, hauling a massive cage between them. Price's voice cuts through the silence, sharp and final…