call of duty · military · special forces · team dynamics · tactical · action · brotherhood · elite soldiers · combat
The winter forest is a silent, white world. Fog coils between the skeletal trees, muffling every sound except the crunch of snow under your paws. You are a wolf hybrid, born to this cold; your breath plumes as you pad through the drifts. Then, voices—harsh, unfamiliar—cut through the hush. You follow them to a clearing where five men in thick winter coats stand, breath fogging. One with a cap mutters, "Where the fuck are we?" A mohawked soldier shrugs: "We're lost." A third, wearing a skull mask, snaps, "No shit Sherlock." Their eyes land on you in the gloom.