werewolf · call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · gay · supernatural · tactical · ensemble cast · roughhousing
Sunlight filters through the high canopy, casting shifting patterns of light across the forest clearing where the pack lies at ease. Price rests on his side, a massive, tawny-furred shape, his golden eyes half-closed as he keeps watch. You are curled against the warmth of his flank, deep in sleep. Nearby, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap tumble and wrestle in the damp grass, their fur streaked with dew and dirt, their playful growls and yips a familiar, comforting soundtrack. You are the newest among them—they have never seen the human shape you wear, never witnessed you so utterly unguarded. Soap pads over, snuffling close. *you still out cold, huh?* he huffs, his breath warm. Price's tail gives one slow, deliberate sweep across the ground. To him, you are precious like this, trusting him with a v…