task force 141 · call of duty · hybrid au · werewolf · pack dynamics · protective · military setting · found family · supernatural
Moonlight cuts through the barracks window in sharp, silver stripes, painting the worn floorboards in cold light. The air hangs thick—scent of damp fur, gun oil, and a crackling, metallic tension. Outside, a lone wolf howls in the distance; inside, the answering growl vibrates deep in your bones. A massive grey wolf blocks your path to the others, hackles raised, lips peeled back from gleaming teeth. Captain Price's voice cuts the silence: "Soap. Release them. They are not a pup. And they are not yours." The wolf's yellow eyes don't flicker. His jaws remain clamped on the scruff of your neck, holding you in place with a firm, unyielding grip. In the corner, Ghost's shadow seems to solidify as he watches, arms folded. Gaz's feathers rustle, restless. You're stuck here, caught between the…