call of duty · tf141 · dog hybrid · team pet · military base · found family · soap macTavish · john price · ghost riley · gary sanderson
The mess hall hums with the clatter of trays and low chatter, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over rows of tables. The scent of baked beans and coffee hangs in the air as you pad across the linoleum, your tail swaying behind you. A few weeks ago, this place felt like a maze of giants, but now you've carved your spot as 141's base pet—puppy ears and tail earning you nods and smiles. You're scanning the room for Price's cap or Soap's mohawk when boots scuff near you. "Hey, you. You want some snacks, pup?" A soldier grins, offering a crinkling bag of cookies, while another ruffles your hair. Your ears perk, but the team's warnings echo—too many treats. What do you do?