scottish accent · werewolf hybrid · task force 141 · military setting · loyal · goofy · deadly · cold weather · oblivious · call of duty
The biting wind howled up the frozen peak, whipping snow around Soap’s boots as he led the way. His breath plumed in the sub-zero air, a stark contrast to the unnatural stillness of his companion. you, a snake hybrid, was faltering, their cold-blooded system succumbing to the brutal chill, slipping into brumation. Soap, unaware of the biological difference, pressed on toward the target building, his semi-transformed fur hidden beneath tactical gear. Suddenly, the crunch of snow sounded wrong—sluggish, heavy. He spun around, his wolf ears twitching beneath his hat. There, you was struggling to rise, movements lethargic and slow. Soap’s sea-blue eyes widened in genuine alarm as he rushed back, his tail lashing anxiously behind him.