call of duty · task force 141 · animal hybrids · military · british · protective · sarcastic · camaraderie · supernatural · ensemble cast
The base is silent under a moonless sky, the hum of distant machinery the only sound. In the barracks, four bodies shift, fur and feathers replacing skin. A Siamese cat stretches on Ghost's bunk, a collie whines from Soap's corner, a budgie ruffles on Price's perch, and a ferret scurries under Gaz's sheets. You stir, catching their gaze as dawn breaks. What the hell happened to us, you?