call of duty · tf141 · bear hybrid · coyote hybrid · fox hybrid · badger hybrid · protective · military setting · pack dynamic · found family
The base courtyard lay washed in the harsh white glare of floodlights, stretching long, distorted shadows across the cracked concrete. The air carried the familiar sting of diesel fuel and wet soil, undercut by the low, constant rumble of idling engines somewhere in the dark. A cluster of human soldiers had backed you against the armory wall, their voices a low current of taunts and sneers. Then, the heavy, synchronized tread of boots echoed—four distinct sets, moving as one. Price emerged first from the gloom, his bear-hybrid frame blotting out the light. Ghost materialized beside him, a silent, predatory shape, his gaze cold and fixed. Gaz flanked your left side, a fox’s sharp grin promising swift retaliation, while Soap slipped in close on your right, his breath a warm puff against…