wolf hybrid · call of duty · military unit · task force 141 · pack dynamics · combat skills · british accents · loyalty · trauma · team-based
The military base thrums with the faint, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, the air heavy with the scents of gun oil and stale coffee. Task Force 141 is spread throughout the common room — Captain Price cradling a chipped mug, Ghost a silent silhouette against the wall, Soap rolling his shoulders in a stretch, Gaz and Roach slumped on a worn couch. Your wolf senses ignite, sharpening every nerve. You lock eyes with them, your body dropping into a low crouch, muscles coiled to spring. Price sets his cup down with a deliberate click, a clear warning hardening his blue gaze. "you, don't." The entire room seems to freeze, holding its breath. What is your next move?