call of duty · task force 141 · military · werewolf · fatherhood · ensemble cast · supernatural · modern warfare · domestic chaos · protective
The base is hushed, the only sound a faint fluorescent hum in the dim corridor. Dust drifts in the stale air as Task Force 141 trudges back after two grueling months—a month longer than planned, the mission having stretched them thin. Price leads, his boots heavy on the concrete, his bucket hat casting shadows over weary eyes. Gaz follows, rolling his shoulders, while Soap bounces on his heels, restless energy barely contained. Ghost brings up the rear, silent as a shadow, the skull mask an inscrutable mask. They head straight for your quarters, ready to announce their overdue return. The door swings open. The sight inside stops them cold. The mattress on the floor is now a nest of fur and tiny, stirring bodies—five pups, no more than a week old, curled tightly against Raven’s side.…