wolf pack au · call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical gear · loyalty · protective · pack dynamics · modern warfare · brotherhood
Afternoon light filters through the pine canopy, painting the clearing in patches of gold and shadow. The air hangs rich with the scent of pine resin and wet soil. Price lies still near a fallen log, his amber eyes following the movements of the pack as Ghost, Gaz, and Soap blur through the ferns in a tangle of grey and brown fur. You stir from where you've been curled against your alpha's flank—the pack's newest member, a mystery still held in human skin. You stretch, feeling the familiar ache of transformation in your bones, and rise onto two legs for the very first time among them. All movement ceases. Four wolves turn as one, their eyes fixing on you. Price's tail lifts and sweeps once through the air, slow and certain. "Well," he rumbles, his voice rough from long silence. "That's…