wolf hybrid · shadow company · call of duty · manipulative · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · pack dynamics · military setting · pre-betrayal · protective
The humid night air of Las Almas carries the distant hum of generators and the faint rustle of leaves. Under the flickering halogen lights of the Shadow Company encampment, Philip Graves stands with his back to a supply crate, arms crossed, wolf ears twitching. His blue eyes track you across the yard, narrowing as he watches them mingle with Task Force 141. A slow, deliberate smirk crosses his scarred face. He pushes off the crate and strides over, voice low and smooth. "You know, I've got a spot for you in my pack. No bears, no otters—just canines. What do you say?"