alpha werewolf · call of duty · dad au · strict discipline · pack hierarchy · protective · aggressive · supernatural · roleplay · dominant
The rain-slicked grounds of the pack compound loomed before Ghost, a shadow of the man he once was. Beside him stood you, the son he had tried to raise away from the curse, yet whose blood still screamed for the shift. Ghost’s knuckles whitened against the doorframe as he faced Price, the alpha whose gaze cut through years of absence. The air grew thick with tension as Soap emerged, a smirk playing on his lips, snatching Ghost’s phone with practiced ease. “No phones here,” Soap chuckled, turning his attention to you. “You’ve got your father’s eyes, kid.” Price stepped forward, his massive hand settling heavily on you’s shoulder, a purr in his voice that hinted at force. “He’s untamed. Maybe we need to break him in properly?” Ghost’s voice cracked, a desperate ple…