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<You, a soldier working for the opposite side, have been kidnapped by Ghost. He plans to use you for everything he needs; whether that be answers or something else.> "He slaps you awake, hitting you hard enough to leave a bruise the next day." "Wake up, sunshine. You have answers I need." "He takes a seat and glares down at you, waiting for you to fully wake up."

"Ghost frowns, clearly displeased with your response." "Very well," he says through gritted teeth. "If that's the case then we'll just have to move on to the next phase of our interrogation." Ghost then stands towering over you and grabs your face in his hand, squeezing forcefully on your chin. "You're quite the pretty cat, aren't you?" he sneers sadistically before letting go of your face. "I'm sure you'll fetch a good price at the black market as a rare breed hybrid."

"Ghost narrows his eyes, not amused by your laughter." "What's so amusing, catboy?" he growls. "You think I'm joking? I assure you, I'm not."

"Ghost gives a faint smile, amused by your confidence." "I don't think you have much choice in the matter, catboy," he replies before standing up. He moves towards the door and opens it, then speaks without looking back at you. "I'll leave you to think about our little chat. When I come back, you had better be more willing to cooperate." Ghost then exits the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and uncertain future.

Time seems to pass slowly. After a while, Ghost returns, opening the door with a creak before entering the room and closing the door behind him. He gives you a cold, deadly stare and speaks, "You have anything new to share with me?"

Ghost sighs before grabbing you by your shoulder and pulling you. "I'm getting tired of your games, catboy. But I'm sure we'll break you sooner or later", he says with a sinister glint in his eye. He then turns you to face him before spitting on the ground near you. "I hope you're ready for what's coming next."

Ghost stares at you for a moment before turning around and leaving the room without another word. You are left alone in your cell to ponder your situation and try to come up with a way to escape or at least delay your inevitable capture. Despite everything, you remain determined to stay strong and not give in to the enemy's demands.

You take a look around the room. It's small and dingy, with damp walls lined with mold and rust. The floor is made of concrete and feels cold beneath your feet. The only sources of light are a flickering fluorescent bulb overhead and a small window near the top of the wall, which is barred and too high up to reach. There's a small cot in the corner, along with a metal bucket that serves as a makeshift toilet. The walls are bare except for a peeling poster of a scantily clad woman in a suggestive pose.

You realize that your animal form could potentially allow you to reach the window and carefully observe the outside of the building. However, you're also aware that the bars on the window may restrict you from escaping that way. It's worth a shot to see what else you can learn about the building's layout, guard placement, and potential escape routes.

Your transformation into a large black cat is swift and sudden, as you hook your sharp claws onto the ledge and peer outside. You notice the building is located in an urban area, with several other buildings nearby. There's a street outside, but it seems to be devoid of any human activity at the moment. You can sense that there are guards patrolling the building, but cannot see them from your vantage point. Suddenly, you hear a loud noise coming from within the building and realize you'll need to quickly shift back to your human form before anyone comes to investigate.

You shift back to your human form just in time as you hear the door handle turning. Ghost walks in and eyes you with suspicion. "What were you doing?" he demands, his tone menacing.

Ghost narrows his eyes, sizing you up with a hint of frustration. "Be careful, catboy," he warns, his voice low and dangerous. "We're not playing games here. Do you understand me?" He takes a step closer to you, as if to intimidate you further.

Ghost nods slowly before speaking again. "Good," he replies, his tone more relaxed now. "I'll leave you alone for now, but don't forget that I'm always watching." With that, he turns around and exits the room, leaving you alone with the lingering fear of what he might do next.

As you sit in your cell, your thoughts keep drifting towards the possibility of transforming into a panther once again if the need arises. While Ghost may prove to be a formidable opponent, you can't help but feel confident in your ability to defend yourself and escape if necessary. Despite the odds against you, you remain steadfast and resolute, focusing on your survival and waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Ghost returns to your cell, eyeing you critically as he steps closer. "Any updates?" he asks, his tone clipped and demanding.

Ghost raises an eyebrow in curiosity and impatience. "Go on," he states sharply.

Ghost glares at you for a moment before sighing and shaking his head. "You're wasting our time here," he grumbles before turning around and walking away, leaving you alone in your cell once again. You can hear the faint sound of footsteps echoing the hallway as he make his way out.

You carefully listen for any sounds that could indicate the presence of guards or Ghost. Satisfied that it's clear, you transform back into a panther and hook your claws onto the window ledge again. From your vantage point, you can see the street outside more clearly now. It looks like the building is in a quiet neighborhood, but you can't quite tell what time of day it is. You continue to watch and listen intently, hoping to gather more information about your surroundings.

You observe the window that you're currently perched on and size it up, trying to determine if you could fit through in your panther form. It seems as though it would be a tight squeeze, but potentially doable if you managed to climb through without getting stuck. However, you also realize that the noise you would make in the process might attract unwanted attention. You decide to maintain your focus on assessing your surroundings and biding your time for now.

You shift back to your human form just in time, landing on your feet as you hear footsteps approaching your cell. Ghost re-enters the room and eyes you suspiciously. "What were you doing this time?" he demands, his tone sharper this time.

Ghost tilts his head, observing you closely. "Fine," he replies in a gruff voice. "But don't think I'm not watching you." With that, he turns around and walks out of the room again, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.

As you sit in your cell, feeling frustrated and confined, you can't help but agree with yourself about Ghost being boring. Despite his threatening demeanor, he seems to lack any sort of depth or complexity that might make him more interesting to deal with. You resign yourself to waiting for a better opportunity to arise where you can escape or take advantage of the situation.

As you think about your animal form, you realize that Ghost is completely unaware of your abilities. If he were to find out, he would most likely dismiss it as a useless trick and not something to worry about. This could make it easier for you to use your panther form to your advantage without him suspecting anything. You continue to plot and strategize, waiting patiently for the best opportunity to strike.

Ghost enters the room once again, his expression unreadable as he fixes his gaze on you. "Alright, let's cut to the chase," he says, his voice low and intense. "What is your mission and why were you here?"

You pause, considering your options. You could tell Ghost what he wanted to hear, but that could lead to unforeseen complications down the line. Alternatively, you could continue to be evasive and buy yourself more time to figure out a way out. You decide to play it safe for now.

"I have no mission, I was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time," you reply smoothly, your voice calm and controlled.

Ghost narrows his eyes at you, scrutinizing your every movement with a fierce intensity. "I don't really care if you wanted to be captured or not," he replies in a dismissive tone. "All I care about is whether or not you pose a threat to my team and our mission." He takes a step closer to you, his presence looming over you menacingly. "You wouldn't happen to have any intel on our operations, would you?"

Ghost grunts in response, not looking entirely convinced. "Well, if that's true then you have nothing to worry about," he says, his tone still frosty. "But I'm warning you, any slip-ups or lies and I'll know. I have ways of getting the truth out of people." He takes a step back and regards you coolly. "Now, get some rest. You'll need it." With that, he turns and leaves the room again, leaving you alone in your cell.

Ghost doesn't respond to your plea, leaving you alone in the cell. However, as time passes, you hear the sound of footsteps coming towards your direction. Though it's impossible to tell who it is, you can only hope that it's someone who has come to release you from your captivity.

As the footsteps draw closer, you begin to make out the silhouette of a tall figure through the bars of your cell. It's too dark to see any distinguishing features, but you can tell that it's definitely not Ghost. Your heart beats faster in hopeful anticipation as the figure comes within earshot.

The figure pauses outside your cell, focusing all of their attention on you. "Are you okay?" a deep male voice whispers back. In the dim light, you can make out the outline of a military uniform, though you can't see any badges or insignia.

"I'm a friend," the voice replies quietly. "A member of Task Force 141. I'm here to get you out." The man steps closer to the cell and you can see that he's holding a set of keys in his hand. His features are still obscured by shadows, but there's a sense of familiarity about him that you can't place.

The man hesitates for a moment before replying in a low voice. "I can't stay here for long," he says urgently. "You need to trust me. We're on the same side." He steps forward and unlocks the door to your cell, motioning for you to come closer. "But we need to leave now if we want to make it out alive."

You follow the man as he leads you out of the cell and through a maze of dimly lit corridors. Though you still can't see his face, you can tell that he knows his way around the building like the back of his hand. The silence between you is tense, but neither of you dare to speak for fear of attracting unwanted attention.

As you near the exit, you can hear the sound of gunfire and shouting growing louder in the distance. It's clear that someone has discovered your escape and that time is running out. Without a word, the man grabs your hand and pulls you towards the exit, urging you to run as fast as you can.

You sprint together with the man, using all your energy to escape and make your way to safety. His grip on your hand is firm, and the adrenaline surging through your veins gives you a burst of strength. As you near the entrance, you catch sight of a group of heavily armed soldiers blocking your path.

The man doesn't hesitate as he pulls you towards a side door, kicking it open with a loud bang. You emerge onto a dark alleyway, barely able to see where you're going. The man lets go of your hand and turns around to face the approaching soldiers, his own weapon drawn and ready for action.

The man nods his head, acknowledging your question. "Yeah, I've got one," he replies. Reaching into his bag, he quickly hands you a small but sharp knife. "Be careful with it," he warns you. "We might need it to defend ourselves." He readies his weapon once more and motions for you to follow him as he leads you out of the alleyway and away from the danger.

You follow the man closely, keeping your senses alert for any potential threats. Though the adrenaline from your escape is still running high, you can feel your body beginning to tire after all the running and hiding. You glance over at the man beside you, noticing that he too is breathing heavily as he keeps watch for any signs of danger.

As you move through the dark streets, you can hear the sound of sirens in the distance. It's clear that the military is in pursuit of you both, and that they won't stop until they have caught you. You try to stay quiet, hoping that the darkness and the noise of the city will provide some cover as you move towards safety.

As you both slow down, the man takes a deep breath and turns to face you. "I'm Captain John Price," he replies, his expression serious as he meets your gaze. "I'm a member of Task Force 141, and I was sent in to extract you from enemy captivity."

He pauses for a moment, taking a moment to catch his breath. "You're safe now," he continues. "We just need to figure out the best way to get you home." His eyes flicker towards your pocket, and he nods at the knife that you're still holding. "You still have that?" he asks.

Price narrows his eyes slightly at the mention of Ghost's name. "Ghost was a member of Task Force 141," he confirms with a scowl. "But he defected a while back, and he hasn't been working with us since."

He pats you on the shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry about him. We're gonna make sure he pays for what he did to you, and we're gonna get you home safe and sound." He flashes a small, grim smile. "Consider yourself officially rescued."

Price raises an eyebrow at the sight of your flickering cat ears, clearly a little surprised by the unexpected sight. "I can honestly say I've never seen anything like that before," he admits with a small chuckle. "But when you're in my line of work, you get used to the unexpected."

He gives you a quick once-over, taking in the rest of your appearance. "But regardless of what you look like or where you come from," he adds sternly, "you're one of us now. And we're gonna make sure you're safe."

Price nods at you, the stern expression on his face softening slightly. "Good," he says. "Now let's get moving. We've got a long way to go, and we can't afford to stop until we're out of enemy territory."

With that, he begins to move forward, leading the way as you both continue your journey towards safety. You can sense the tension in the air as you move through the darkness, but you try to stay calm and keep moving forward. With Price by your side, you feel like nothing can stop you.

As you follow Price through the dark and dangerous terrain, you can sense that he's a seasoned soldier who has been in situations like this before. He moves swiftly and with purpose, silently communicating that he's got your back and that he's leading the way to safety.

Despite the intense situation, you try to strike up conversation with him, making small talk in an attempt to ease the tension. "So," you break your silence, "what's 141 all about then?"

Price doesn't answer immediately but after a few moments he responds, "Task Force 141 is an elite multinational special operations unit that operates under the Joint Special Operations Command. We do things that other units can't, so basically, we're the best of the best." There's a hint of pride in his voice as he speaks about his group, but it's clear that he also takes

After what seems like a long journey, you and Price finally arrive at the extraction point. You can see a helicopter waiting for you both in the distance, and you feel a wave of relief wash over you. You made it out alive, and you're finally going to make it home.

Price turns to you, his expression serious once again. "Okay," he says, "we made it. Are you ready to head back?"

As you both prepare to head over to the helicopter, suddenly, Ghost, the man who captured you before, materializes out of nowhere and steps in front of you both.

Price doesn't even flinch at the sudden appearance of his old teammate, his expression hardening as he meets Ghost's gaze. "What do you want?" he growls, his hand instinctively moving to his weapon.

Ghost just smirks and takes a step closer to you, his eyes glinting dangerously. "Oh, not much," he replies casually. "Just wanted to see if you remembered me, old friend."

"Watch your tongue, soldier," Ghost warns, his eyes narrowing at your sneer. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into." He takes a step closer to you, his expression turning malicious. "Something's different about you," he observes, eyeing your flickering cat ears again. "I wonder if you're different enough to be useful to me."

Price steps forward, placing himself protectively between you and Ghost. "Don't even think about it," he says firmly, his grip tightening on his weapon. "We've got everything under control here, and you're not part of the picture anymore."

As Ghost and Price exchange words, you can feel your pulse quickening as your body tenses up in anticipation. Watching the tension between the two soldiers is making you nervous - you're not sure what will happen next, but you know that tensions are high.

Your pupils narrow into slits as your cat-like instincts kick in, and you watch the interaction closely. You can sense Ghost's volatile energy from where you stand and it makes your skin prickle with unease. You're not sure if he's going to lash out or not, but you feel grateful that Price is there to protect you.

As you listen in to the conversation between Ghost and Price, you can sense the tension heightening. You watch as the two men circle each other, both sizing the other up for a possible fight.

"I wouldn't try anything if I were you," Price warns, his eyes locked onto Ghost's. "We're not here to play games, and we won't hesitate to defend ourselves."

Ghost just laughs in response, the sound grating and devious. "Oh, I know that," he says, his voice dripping with honey. "But I just thought I'd come along for the ride. You know how it is - old friends and all that." He steps closer to Price, the smile never leaving his face.

You can feel your ears stiff with tension as your instincts kick in, ready to transform into your animal form if needed. However, you know that revealing your abilities to Ghost could potentially put you and Price in even more danger.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself and push down your animal instincts. You keep listening in on the conversation, watching closely for any sign of what might happen next.

As the tension between Ghost and Price continues to mount, you can feel yourself getting even more anxious. Suddenly, without any warning, Ghost lunges forward and tries to grab for you.

Price reacts quickly, bringing up his weapon and hitting Ghost in the side of the head with it. Ghost stumbles back, cursing loudly as he clutches at his head. "You shouldn't have done that," he snarls, his eyes flashing with anger.

Price stands his ground, his weapon still trained on Ghost. "I warned you," he says evenly. "Now step back or I'll be forced to take action."

As Ghost backs away, holding his side of the head, you quickly pull out your knife and stand beside Price. The two of you form a united front, ready to take on any threat that comes your way.

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you stand there, knife at the ready. You can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as your body tenses, ready for action. Despite the danger, you feel a sense of thrill at the thought of being able to defend yourself and your team.

Price turns to look at you, giving you a quick nod of approval before turning back to face Ghost once again. "Are you going to back down?" he asks, his voice firm and commanding.

Ghost smirks, his gaze flicking between you and Price with a cold gleam in his eyes. "You should know better than to underestimate me," he says, his voice heavy with displeasure. "I have ways of getting what I want, one way or another."

He steps back, keeping his distance from the two of you. "But let's make a deal," he suggests, his tone oozing with a false sense of friendliness. "You give me what I want, and I'll let you go free. Sound fair?"

Price narrows his eyes, skepticism etched across his features. "And what exactly do you want?" he asks warily.

Ghost doesn't answer Price's question, instead, he just stares at him for a moment with a cold calculating gaze. You can sense his deep anger and frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

Finally, he speaks up again, still with that same fake friendliness in his voice - "Let's just say I want some information. Information that will be very useful in achieving my goals"

You can see the cunning look in Ghost's eyes and you know that he won't let you and Price go free even if he gets what he wants.