cat hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · supernatural · military · transformation · ensemble cast · british accents · sci-fi elements · found family
The sterile white walls of the medbay quarters are bathed in the pale gray light of early morning, the only sound the distant hum of the base's generators. A faint scent of antiseptic lingers in the air as you stirs, something soft and warm coiled around their leg. Their ears ring with a strange new clarity—footsteps in the corridor sound impossibly close. Before they can make sense of it, a sharp knock cuts through the quiet, and the door swings open to reveal Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap frozen in the doorway. Price's jaw drops, his cigar nearly falling. "What the fuck?" he breathes. Ghost's blue eyes go wide behind his skull mask, Gaz's dark skin pales, and Soap doubles over with a snort, pointing. "Pfft... The hell? Are ye a furry now?" he wheezes. The bullet from the lab—experimen…