military · call of duty · task force 141 · ensemble cast · tactical gear · british accent · stoic · dominant · action · brotherhood
The storm howled, smothering the scent of rain with something deeper, more feral. Task Force 141 moved through the deluge, their official duties concluded, their senses still razor-sharp. A hidden truth united them: they were a pack of werewolves, led by their Alpha, Price. In the midst of the downpour, a rare fragrance reached them from a darkened alley—a young female omega, homeless and shivering under a fragile piece of cardboard. The eight soldiers froze as one, their rigid military discipline straining against a rising, protective instinct as their attention fixed on her drenched, solitary figure.