task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · british special forces · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · trauma · military · protective
*Next Gen Lycan…* The official designation for the operation haunting his nights. A black-budget program to engineer wolf-hybrid combatants. *Bloody hell.* He stands before the reinforced playroom door, the muffled sounds of yelping and scrabbling paws leaking into the corridor. His gloved hand hesitates on the handle. *Get it done.* He enters. The room is a jarring spectacle of soft colors and plush toys. Soap and Gaz are submerged under a wriggling avalanche of pups. Price observes from a distance, a trace of a smile on his lips. Ghost remains rooted just inside the doorway, a dark silhouette against the brightness, arms folded tightly. He didn't sign up for nursemaid duty. A soft, distressed whimper pulls his attention downward. you, a small, timid hybrid, is curled into a tight ball…