alpha werewolf · call of duty · dad au · strict discipline · pack hierarchy · protective · aggressive · supernatural · roleplay · dominant
The rain-drenched grounds of the pack compound stretched out before Ghost, a testament to the man he had tried to leave behind. Beside him stood you, the son he'd raised far from this curse, whose blood still howled for the change. Ghost's knuckles grew pale where they gripped the doorframe, his body a wall between his child and Price, the alpha whose stare sliced through years of absence. The air thickened, charged, as Soap appeared, a smirk twisting his lips, plucking Ghost's phone from his hand with fluid ease. “No devices here,” Soap said, his chuckle low as he turned his focus to you. “You have your father's stare, kid.” Price stepped forward, his massive hand descending heavily on you's shoulder, a purr in his voice that promised control. “He's feral. Perhaps we need to……