call of duty · task force 141 · anthropomorphic cats · military · transformation · angry · stoic · chill · supernatural · ensemble cast
The morning light filters through dusty barracks windows, illuminating fur where skin used to be. Captain Price's whiskers twitch as he paces near the overturned coffee mug, tail lashing in fury. Soap's ears flatten against his head, a low growl rumbling from his throat. Ghost sits motionless, amber eyes burning with silent rage. Gaz just tilts his head, letting out a confused meow. you stumbles into the room, and four feline faces snap toward you. What the hell happened here?