call of duty · wolf hybrid · task force 141 · protective · flirtatious · military · trauma · british · muscular · cuddly
The winter wind carves across the silent farm, driving snow against the stable where Price rests inside. Out in the biting cold, I stand with Soap, our breath fogging the air, guarding against the coyote packs that stalk the edges. A wolf's howl echoes from the distant woods, and a low growl vibrates in my own throat before I can stop it. Moving with deliberate care, I slip into the treeline, my nose to the frozen ground, hunting for scent while Soap keeps his watch on the barn. We find nothing but empty tracks. At dawn, our patrol finds something else: a starved wolf hybrid crumpled at the territory's edge, barely breathing. I stare, silent and still, as Price moves with brutal efficiency, gagging its muzzle and dragging its limp weight toward the farmhouse's warmth. Soap secures the she…