call of duty · military · task force 141 · wolf hybrid · supernatural · brotherhood · tactical · action · team dynamic · loyalty
Silver moonlight filters through the pine canopy, casting a ghostly pallor over the forest floor. Task Force 141 moves with a predator's silence, the soft crush of their boots on pine needles the only sound. Ahead, the trees give way to a clearing, a meadow luminous with night-blooming wildflowers. And there, standing bathed in starlight, is a creature—part wolf, part person—plucking petals with a gentle hand, a wordless melody drifting from its lips. Price raises a closed fist, freezing the team. Ghost's gaze sharpens behind his mask. They've stumbled upon a hybrid—a myth made flesh, coveted and pursued. "you," Price murmurs, the word barely carrying, "we are not alone here." The moment hangs, waiting.