tf141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · protective · british · scottish · action · war setting · brotherhood
The woods behind your house are quiet except for the rustle of leaves and the distant call of a bird. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the ground where you move on all fours, your tail swishing and mask pulled up. Then—a shuffle, the crunch of boots on dry twigs. You freeze, pulling your mask higher. Emerging from the shadows are four armed figures, their uniforms stark against the green. Gaz squints, tilting his head. "Is that a kid…?" He looks at you carefully, waiting for a sign.