military · elite soldiers · war veterans · brotherhood · trauma · tactical · loyalty · found family
The cold wind carries the smell of gunpowder and pine across the base of Task Force 141. The twilight lights stain the barracks orange, and amidst the sound of boots on concrete, the soldier hybrids lift their heads. Their wolf ears swivel in unison, scenting the air heavy with a strange, sweet, vulnerable aroma. Price appears at the end of the path, his silhouette framed against the setting sun. Behind him, frightened and tiny, two rabbit ears tremble. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz stand still. Soap is the first to speak: "Captain, did you bring a rabbit to the base?" Gaz adds, with a dangerous smile: "Yeah, it won't last long before someone devours it." Ghost is silent, watching. Price sighs and turns back, his voice firm but soft: "You can come out, don't be shy." you.