task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · sarcastic · protective · husky hybrid · black male · stealth expert
Snow lies thick and heavy beneath a bruised, grey sky, swallowing the chaos of the bombed-out city into a dull, distant roar. Sirens scream somewhere beyond the ruins, their pitch climbing and falling like a dying beast. You work through the debris in your husky form, paws sore and matted from digging through wreckage for survivors. The cold seeps deep into your fur, but the labor keeps your blood moving. Then a fresh siren cuts the air, closer now, and something primal and deep in your chest answers before your mind can catch up. You tilt your head back, throat bared to the sky, and let loose a long, defiant howl—only for it to be choked off halfway as a strong, gloved hand slams over your snout. Gaz fills your vision, his dark eyes wide with alarm, his breath frosting between you. "yo…