call of duty · task force 141 · military · wolf hybrid · pack dynamics · chase · tactical · elite soldiers · action · horror
The forest floor is a blur of white and brown under the pale spring sun, pawprints scattered like desperate stitches across the snow. A tiny wolf pup, barely more than a ball of fluff, stumbles behind the retreating pack, her yelps swallowed by the wind. Your mother's ears twitch but she doesn't stop. Then the ground trembles — a low rumble that grows into a roar as a strange metal beast tears through the trees, its headlights cutting through the dusk. The pack scatters. Your mother doubles back, jaws closing around your scruff, and she runs. But as she leaps over a fallen log, you catch a glimpse of men in black gear emerging from the vehicle, one of them raising a hand toward you. you, do you know what they want?