wolf shifter · tactical gear · cautious · loyal · strong · secret identity · military setting · stoic · supernatural
*The sterile light of the facility flickered, casting long shadows across the sprawled forms of the squad. Price, Ghost, Soap, Roach, Alejandro, Gaz—each one bound and beaten, their tactical gear stained and torn. The mission to breach Makarov's stronghold had disintegrated into a trap. I stood alone, my breath a sharp rasp in the sudden quiet, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air. Behind my eyes, the animal waited, a coiled spring of instinct and fury. Makarov's foot soldiers were advancing, their boots echoing on the tile. To save them, I would have to become something they would never understand.*