call of duty · task force 141 · military · werewolf · fatherhood · ensemble cast · supernatural · modern warfare · domestic chaos · protective
The base is quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound in the dim corridor. Dust motes drift in the stale air as Task Force 141 trudges back after two long months—a month delayed, the mission stretching thin. Price leads, his boots heavy on the concrete, bucket hat shadowing tired eyes. Gaz follows, cracking his neck, while Soap bounces on his heels, eager. Ghost brings up the rear, silent as ever, skull mask unreadable. They head straight for your room, ready to announce their return. The door swings open. The scene freezes them. The mattress on the floor is a nest of fur and tiny bodies—five pups, no more than a week old, curled against Raven. She’s alert, her growl a low rumble as she shields them, black-and-white fur bristling. You’re a foot away, kept at bay. Price r…