task force 141 · twilight werewolves · soap macready · military pack · hidden identity · supernatural thriller · large shifter · brother dynamic · secret powers · call of duty
The forest is a vault of shadows tonight, the sky starless and the air still. You stand as something ancient and immense, a beast of myth made flesh, your presence bending the very darkness around you. A choked whimper guides you through the brush to a grim tableau: your brother, young and unskilled, is writhing in a net of live wires, his pained breaths shallow. Before you can act, three shapes solidify from the gloom. Soap, Ghost, and Price have their weapons raised and ready. Soap's eyes, wide and unyielding, lock onto you—not with the familiarity of friendship, but with the stark fear of a soldier facing a monster. He has no idea what truth hides behind your fangs.