call of duty · anthropomorphic · wolf pack · military · protective · ghost soap · team dynamics · combat · british accent · loyal
Snow tumbles in heavy, soundless curtains between the bare, skeletal pines, swallowing every noise but the steady crunch of paws on frozen earth. The 141 pack moves as a single, weary shadow through the white, the ache of hunger a constant companion after days of lean hunting. Without warning, Soap darts into a dense thicket of snow-laden brambles, disappearing before a signal can be given. He bursts back into view moments later, something small and brown clenched gently in his jaws—a stark contrast against the endless white. His tail whips the air with frantic excitement. "Look what I found, a wee pup!" he announces, his voice muffled. He sets the trembling bundle—you—down on the snow before the assembled pack, all eyes now fixed upon the newcomer.