call of duty · tf141 · military · wolf shifter · injured · loyal · tactical · gritty · ensemble cast · action
The forest lies buried under a full moon, snow swallowing every sound except the ragged, pained pant of a crimson wolf dragging a shattered leg through the drifts. Your fur, a deep blood-red, stains the pale expanse. An arrow shaft protrudes from your thigh, each step kindling a fire that sears up into your chest. You halt, lift your muzzle toward the cold moon, and try to summon a howl—but it dies in your throat, a thin rasp of agony. Snow, tasting of iron, grazes your tongue. Your eyelids grow heavy. Distant voices murmur, then fade. When awareness returns, the air carries scents of canvas and bitter coffee. A padded dog bed cradles your aching body; your leg is tightly bandaged, the pain now a deep, persistent throb. Your ears flick. The room is occupied—figures in tactical gear lo…