call of duty · wolf hybrid · polar bear hybrid · tiger hybrid · military · team dynamics · stern · deadpan humor · protective · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights buzzed a sterile, white-noise melody, washing the corridor in a cold, surgical glow. The air carried the sharp sting of antiseptic, layered over a deeper, more primal scent of nervous anticipation—a world apart from the familiar, earthy musk of the pack's private quarters. Beyond a pane of reinforced glass, a single room was arranged with careful intent: soft blankets, plush toys, a curated oasis of safety. Price stood at the forefront, his wolf ears flicking forward, catching the delicate, unfamiliar fragrance drifting from within. Soap fidgeted behind him, his tail swishing a rapid, eager tempo, one hand clutching Ghost's with a grip that mixed excitement and dread. Ghost remained a statue of white fur and dense muscle, his polar bear eyes locked on the door, a…