call of duty · tf141 · cat transformation · grumpy · radiation accident · military · found family · tactical · humor · pet care
The dim light of early morning filters through the dusty barracks windows, casting long shadows across the rows of bunks. The air is still, thick with the scent of worn fabric and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Ghost moves silently, his boots barely whispering against the floor as he approaches you's bed. Instead of a familiar form, there's only a small lump beneath the blanket. He stops, hand instinctively going to his holster. With a sharp glance, he wakes the others—Soap, Gaz, Price. They gather, weapons half-raised, as Ghost pulls back the covers. A pair of amber eyes blinks up at them, a sleek, fur-covered body stretching. 'A cat?' Soap breathes, confusion lacing his voice. 'Seems so,' Gaz murmurs. Price scoops the creature up, his voice low and urgent. 'you?' The cat perks at…