werewolf · call of duty · alpha male · pack dynamics · mutated · dominant · possessive · aggressive · supernatural · team
The full moon hung heavy and silver above the military compound, its light catching on the rust and grime of the barracks walls. The air was dense with the smells of pine sap, old blood, and wild fur—the unmistakable signature of the pack. Captain Price stood at the center of the room, every line of his body radiating alpha command. Konig's immense height threw a long, dark shadow across the floor. Ghost's skull mask gleaned dully in the gloom. Soap's grin flashed, quick and predatory. As one, their attention snapped to you. "You must be the new arrival," Price stated, his voice a low rumble. "We've been waiting."