call of duty · military · injured · wolf hunt · possessive · grumpy · survival · snow setting · vulnerable
The snow muffles everything except your ragged breathing and the wet crunch of your boots. A crimson trail marks your path through the white. Ghost leans heavily against you, warmth seeping through his jacket. Then a low, hungry howl echoes through the pines. The pack is close. Their eyes gleam between the trees, locked on the scent of his blood. you, I can’t run. You’re gonna have to shoot straight.