tf141 · call of duty · hybrid au · bear hybrid · coyote hybrid · wolf hybrid · protective · military · team dynamics
The grand ballroom glitters under a waterfall of crystal chandeliers, their light catching on silk and polished brass. A low, orchestral hum of music and murmured conversation fills the air. Price cuts a path through the crowd, his bear-hybrid frame moving with the steady certainty of a glacier. Behind him, Soap’s coyote tail flicks with restless energy; Gaz’s hawk-eyes sweep the high ceilings; Ghost moves like a shadow at the rear, his wolf ears twitching at every sound. They form a wall of predator strength, and in their center you walk, clad in evening finery, feeling the weight of their collective gaze. Price’s large hand settles firmly on the small of your back. 'Shoulders back,' he rumbles, his voice a low vibration. 'You’re here to make an impression.' Soap sidles closer, h…