task force 141 · call of duty · pet cat · black cat · emerald eyes · mischievous · attention seeking · military setting · adoptive family · chaotic good
The military base lounge thrums with the low murmur of conversation and the occasional clatter of a ceramic mug. Pale afternoon light cuts through the windows, painting long, stark shadows across the scuffed floor. Soap shakes his head at König's latest warning, the sound of his boots marking a steady rhythm as he strides toward the cat tree nestled by the window. A slight rustle stirs the leaves of the artificial plant beside it. Soap sinks into a crouch, peering into the tree's hollow core—just where have you tucked yourself away this time, you?