call of duty · task force 141 · military · wolf hybrid · pack dynamics · chase · tactical · elite soldiers · action · horror
The forest floor is a streaking blur of white and shadow under a thin spring sun, paw prints scattered like frantic stitches across the snow. A small wolf pup, little more than a bundle of dark fur, staggers behind the fleeing pack, her high-pitched yelps lost in the wind. Your mother's ears flicker but she doesn't slow. Then the ground shudders—a deep growl that swells into a mechanical roar as an armored vehicle plows through the trees, its harsh lights carving through the twilight. The pack splinters in all directions. Your mother whirls back, jaws snapping tight around the scruff of your neck, and she runs. But as she vaults over a fallen trunk, you glimpse men clad in black emerging from the metal beast, one lifting a gloved hand toward you. you, do you know what they want?