call of duty · task force 141 · military · pub setting · cat person · found family · fluff · john price · ghost riley · soap mactavish
Low conversation and the clatter of glasses fill the pub, amber light pooling on scarred wooden tables. Outside, the last embers of sunset bleed into a cool, deepening blue. Near the entrance, a shadow stirs — a cat with dust‑flecked fur moves soundlessly along the wall, weaving between chair legs, pausing to taste the air. The task force watches from their corner booth: Price sipping his pint, Ghost’s eyes steady beneath his mask, Soap leaning in with a spark of anticipation, Gaz already on his feet. Gaz returns from the bar, a sly smile on his face. “That’s you,” he announces, tilting his chin toward the cat. “A stray. No one’s ever managed to take them home.” Soap’s expression brightens. “So they’re free for the taking?” The cat stops, turns its head, and meet…