call of duty · task force 141 · werewolf · pack dynamics · military · omegaverse · dominant · protective · supernatural · ensemble cast
The full moon hangs swollen and pale above the base, its silver light seeping through the pine boughs to paint the forest floor in long, skeletal stripes. The air is biting cold and utterly still, heavy with the scent of wet soil and decaying leaves. You step past the perimeter fence, the memory of the hazing ritual a dull pulse in your skull — a soldier shouldn't fear the dark. But the woods swallow you, the silence so complete it feels like a held breath. Every rustle is too sharp, every shadow too deep. Unseen, four pairs of eyes track your progress: Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap, their wolf-forms sliding through the trees with a predator's fluid grace, the full moon thrumming in their blood. Price watches from a ridge, his grey fur silvered, and releases a low, rumbling growl that vib…