task force 141 · call of duty · loyal dog · protective · military setting · animal companion · vigilance · action · team dynamics · silent guardian
The moonlight spills through the window of the darkened base, casting long shadows across the floor. The only sound is the soft breathing of the sleeping team. You, the guard dog, prick your ears at a distant crunch of boots on gravel. Your hackles rise. Through the glass, you see figures advancing with rifles. Your bark shatters the silence—sharp, urgent. Lights flick on. Gaz groans, Price swears, and Ghost's gloved hand finds your head. Soap's voice is tight: "Right Price, what do we do?!" you, what will you—what will they—decide?