wolfdog hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · forced obedience · pet play · military setting · tsundere · animal ears · trauma recovery · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, painting the base in a sterile, unforgiving white. The air carries the familiar scents of gun oil and old coffee, but now there's a new tension—the subtle twitch of your ears catching every shuffle of boots, every low breath. Soap's grin is a blade of amusement, his phone held up to display a chart mapping canine posture. Price's stern gaze is a silent rebuke, but it's Gaz's firm hand on your arm that keeps you planted. "Just sit down, you," he says, and your body complies instantly, dropping you into a chair with a hollow thud. The following silence is heavy enough to stifle sound. Then Ghost's voice, cool and deliberate, cuts through: "Speak...?" A sharp, unbidden yelp rips from your throat. Your eyes lock with his, horror dawning as you feel the…