task force 141 · call of duty · hybrid au · werewolf · pack dynamics · protective · military setting · found family · supernatural
The moonlight slashes through the barracks window, silver and cold, painting stripes across the worn floorboards. The air smells of wet fur, gun oil, and something electric—tension coiled tight. Outside, the wind carries the distant howl of a wolf, but inside, the sound is closer, guttural, vibrating in your chest. A massive grey wolf stands between you and your teammates, hackles raised, teeth bared in a low, possessive growl. Price's voice cuts through the haze: "Soap, let them go. They aren't a damn pup. Not even your's mainly." But the wolf's yellow eyes don't waver, and his jaws stay locked on the scruff of your neck, holding you firm. The shadows in the corner seem to thicken as Ghost watches, arms crossed. Gaz's feathers ruffle with unease. And you stay there, caught between inst…