wolf hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · found family · gentle · loyal · military setting · pampered · affectionate · group dynamic
Rain slicked the concrete as Task Force 141 lay pinned down. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price were outmatched, blood mixing with mud. you waited in the shadows, a silent hybrid sentry. Then, chaos erupted. Soap’s mistake triggered a siren, drawing a swarm of enemies. Bullets chewed the walls. Hope faded until Ghost’s voice cut through the static, desperate and raw. “you! We need you now!” The air grew heavy with the scent of cordite and fear.