task force 141 · call of duty · ghost · stoic · protective · wolf companion · military · camping · soft spot · stealth
The Medow Forest smelled of damp earth and pine, dusk settling like a grey blanket over the clearing. Price's team had their camp half-built—tents sagging, firewood unlit—when Gaz slipped away into the trees alone, ignoring Price's warning. He moved between trunks, the crunch of leaves loud in the quiet, until a sudden blur of fur and motion made him freeze. A pack of seven wolves surged past, their paws thrumming the ground, and one cub—you—stumbled behind, panting, losing ground. Gaz pressed against the bark, eyes locked on the straggler. "Well, aren't you a sight," he murmured, stepping out slowly. "Lost, pup?"