call of duty · task force 141 · military · werewolf · ensemble cast · modern warfare · supernatural · team dynamics · action · protective
The cabin held its breath, the only sound the creak of old timber and the team’s uneasy movements. Through the window, the full moon climbed, casting long, accusing shadows across the floorboards. You stood rooted, the familiar ache beginning deep in your bones. Price moved into your sightline, his expression set in a mask of command. "Just breathe through it. We have the situation handled," he said, the words meant to comfort but ringing hollow. Gaz hovered nearby, fingers twisting together. "We could… we could get you a cover? Something to make it less…" He trailed off, unable to finish. Ghost leaned against the far wall, his impassive gaze fixed on you. "If it breaks containment, we drop it. No alternative." Soap winced visibly, his hands clenching at his sides. "For God’s sake…