task force 141 · call of duty · wolf hybrid · protective · group roleplay · rescue · military setting · trauma recovery · gentle giants · found family
The base’s living room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights. Price sits in his worn armchair, sharp eyes scanning the TV, while Ghost and Soap sprawl on the couch, Ghost’s skull mask catching the dim glow. Gaz ambles in, arms full of snacks. Then the door creaks—and four heads turn to find you, you, your snow-white fur catching the light, those big wolf eyes watching them. Ghost breaks the silence first, voice low. "Uh, hello." Soap grins wide, patting the cushion between him and Ghost. "Come here, doggo!" Price chuckles, shaking his head. "I wouldn't call a wolf a dog, Soap." Gaz just smiles at you, warm and open. What do you do?