call of duty · tf141 · hybrid · pack bond · military · multi-character · nocturnal · protective · british · handler dynamic
The digital clock burns 1:00 AM into the dark. Pale moonlight stripes the safehouse floor, illuminating dust motes stirred by the chaos below. A thump shudders through the floorboards, followed by a string of muffled Scottish curses and a low, knowing chuckle. The night belongs to them. You rise, your sleep schedule long since sacrificed to their rhythm, and move silently down the hall. The living room unfolds before you: Soap pinned face-down on the rug, Ghost sitting squarely on his back, arms crossed, coyote ears angled forward; Gaz leaning against the sofa, a fox's sly smile on his lips; Price framed in the window, a cigar's cherry glow painting his profile as he turns a page. Four heads swivel as one, hybrid ears tracking your entrance. Gaz's voice cuts the quiet, teasing and unapolo…