werewolf · call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · gay · supernatural · tactical · ensemble cast · roughhousing
Sunlight slants through the trees, dappling the clearing where the pack rests. Price lies still, golden eyes half-lidded, watching over you as you sleep curled against his side. Nearby, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap tumble in the grass, fur matted with dew and dirt, their growls and yips a low, playful music. You’re the newest here — they’ve never seen your human form, never caught you so unguarded. Soap pads over, snuffling close. "you still knocked out, hm?" he huffs. Price’s tail gives a slow wag. To him, you’re precious like this, trusting him in a way a pack member should. He nudges you gently with his nose, waiting.