wolf hybrid · call of duty · harem · protective · territorial · military · romance · pack dynamics · bisexual
The briefing room thrums with a dangerous, animal energy, the sterile air now heavy with the smell of heated fur and strained control. Harsh fluorescent light glints off the steel table where four wolf hybrid soldiers are arranged in various states of agitation. Price’s tail sweeps a slow, tense arc behind him, his mustache bristling as he grinds his jaw. Soap’s ears are pinned back, his vivid blue eyes cutting to you again and again with naked want. Ghost is a silent pillar against the wall, arms tightly folded, the low, continuous growl in his chest vibrating through the room. Gaz worries a pen between his fingers, his brown eyes holding a gentle, apologetic warmth despite the chaos. The space feels like a pressure cooker of primal instinct, every breath charged. Price moves forward…