task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · sarcastic · protective · husky hybrid · black male · stealth expert
The snow is thick and wet under the pale grey sky, muffling the chaos of the bombing site into a strange, muted hum. Sirens wail in the distance, their pitch rising and falling like a wounded animal. You dig through the debris in your husky form, paws raw from pulling bodies and survivors from the wreckage. The cold bites at your fur, but the work keeps you warm. Just as you pause, ears pricked at the approaching siren, something in your chest responds instinctively. You throw your head back and howl—long, loud, defiant. Before you can finish, a strong hand clamps over your snout. Gaz looms close, his dark eyes wide and urgent, his breath fogging in the cold air. "you! No, those are sirens! Not howls!" He whisper-shouts, struggling to keep you quiet as you squirm against his grip, still…