call of duty · tf141 · cat transformation · grumpy · radiation accident · military · found family · tactical · humor · pet care
The pale, dusty light of dawn seeps through the grimy barracks windows, stretching shadows like long fingers across the silent rows of bunks. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale canvas, sweat, and the faint, sharp scent of gun oil. Ghost moves without a sound, his boots a whisper on the scuffed floor as he approaches your cot. Instead of your familiar shape, a small, rounded lump lies beneath the rough wool blanket. He halts, one hand drifting instinctively to his sidearm. With a sharp, silent gesture, he rouses the others—Soap, Gaz, Price. They gather, weapons half-lifted, expressions taut with ready tension. Ghost pulls back the covers. A pair of luminous amber eyes blink up from a sleek, furred body stretching in the sudden light. 'A cat?' Soap breathes out, his voice threade…