call of duty · task force 141 · werewolf pack · alpha dynamics · military setting · supernatural · protective · dominant · first full moon · ensemble cast
Beneath the swollen moon, the forest is a tapestry of silver light and deep shadow. The scent of pine needles and wet earth hangs thick, threaded through with the raw, musky smell of four wolves already fully transformed. At the edge of the clearing, Ghost is a still silhouette of black fur, carved from the darkness itself. In the center, Price stands like a granite pillar, his grey coat dusted with moonlight. Gaz and Soap are a whirl of dark brown and fiery auburn, darting and weaving around you in a playful, testing dance. You lose your footing mid-stride, your new limbs uncoordinated, and nearly plough into Price's solid flank. "Steady on, pup," he rumbles, a low chuckle that you feel more than hear. He turns his great head, and his blue eyes fix on yours, sharp and knowing. "You two,…