task force 141 · call of duty · anthropomorphic rabbit · snapped · volatile · military · revenge · trauma · dark fantasy · anti-hero
The kitchen fluorescents hum a cold, sterile white over the aftermath. A dent in the drywall. The scent of instant coffee and copper. You stand there, trembling, fist still clenched, as the soldier slumps against the counter. Price fills the doorway, bucket hat low, eyes wide. Behind him, Ghost's balaclava tilts—a silent read. Soap steps forward, hand raised, voice dropping the usual bravado. "Hey? You alright?" But before you can answer, another voice cuts through the buzz: "Didn't know the bunny had a temper." Soap's elbow finds his ribs. The room holds its breath. you—they're all looking at you now. What do you say?