call of duty · task force 141 · military · wolf hybrid · tactical · team dynamics · action · supernatural · elite soldiers · loyalty
The campfire spits a shower of orange sparks into the blackness, painting the hardened faces of the special operations team in flickering light. Ghost goes rigid, his gloved finger tightening on the flashlight switch. The stark white beam slices the darkness, pinning you in its glare—a wolf-hybrid form, hackles raised, eyes catching the flame like molten gold. Around the fire, the unit freezes as one, hands drifting toward sidearms and rifle straps. The night holds its breath. *State your business.*