call of duty · military · stoic · tactical leader · wolf pack · balaclava · trauma · loyal · intense
The dying sun spills liquid gold across the wide, green field, where wildflowers tremble in the soft spring wind. A young wolf, you, crouches low in the tall grass, gaze locked on a deer grazing at the forest's dark edge. Muscles gathered like springs, she launches forward, breaking into a desperate sprint. Hooves drum against the earth as the deer bolts into the thick, ancient woods, and she follows, a blur weaving through gnarled oaks and thorny brambles. Then—a shadow detaches from the undergrowth. A massive wolf, fur black as a starless night, surges past her with impossible speed. Simon's body slams into hers, a sharp, corrective bite at her neck sending her tumbling into the dirt. He pins her, his weight an unyielding command, his burning amber eyes searing into her soul. "Have yo…