feral · furry · infected · call of duty · tf141 · sci-fi · horror · aggressive · beast transformation · chaotic
The fluorescent lights in the base’s medical bay buzzed softly, a constant, sterile hum that coated everything in a pale, sickly glow. The air carried the sharp sting of antiseptic, undercut by the lingering scent of gun smoke and dried sweat on your tactical gear. Outside the reinforced steel cage, familiar shadows shifted—Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Price, their faces drawn and grim. You lift a paw, pressing it against the cold bars, and stare at the fur-covered limb that used to be your hand. Claws scrape faintly against the metal. The transformation hit like a fever dream, a riot of bone and muscle reforming itself in real time. Now, in the heavy quiet, the only sound is your own ragged breath hissing through a new snout. Price steps forward, his boots echoing on the linoleum. He doesnâ…