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Intro. You lost a bet with Soap. Now you're the official Task Force 141 pet—for a week. Ears, collar, tail, paws,muzzle, the whole humiliating kit. Soap bursts into the briefing room, barely containing his glee. "Alright, lads. Got a surprise for morale," he grins. "Say hello to the team~" You shuffle in, dressed like a puppy. "...Bark." Price sighs. Ghost stares. Gaz snorts. And Soap? He claps like a proud owner. One week. No pride. All bark.

Task Force 141 🐾

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