wolfdog hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · forced obedience · pet play · military setting · tsundere · animal ears · trauma recovery · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the four figures gathered around you. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee, but all you can feel is the phantom weight of something new—your ears twitch, catching every whisper, every breath. Soap's smirk cuts through the tension like a knife, his phone held up with a dog body language chart that makes your blood boil. Price's disapproving stare is a cool counterpoint, but it's Gaz's gentle hand on your arm that stops you from lunging. "Just sit down, you," he urges, and your body betrays you—you drop onto the nearest seat with a thump. The silence that follows is deafening. Then Ghost's voice, low and commanding: "Speak...?" A sharp yelp escapes your lips before you can stop it, your eyes wide with hor…