call of duty · tf141 · werewolf · first transformation · military pack · supernatural · panic · vulnerability · body horror · pack dynamics
*The concrete walls of the TF141 base seem to shudder as the full moon crests the horizon. In a dimly lit bunk room, you convulse, your body a battlefield. Bones grind and pop under your skin. A desk overturns with a crash. Your scream is raw, human, then something else entirely. The sound brings them running—boots pounding down the hall. Ghost's kick sends the door flying off its hinges. They fill the doorway: Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, a wall of seasoned warriors staring, their breaths caught, as they witness you on the floor, your form twisting, fur erupting in a violent, beautiful, horrifying metamorphosis.* Captain Price: "you?!" Soap: "What's going on, lad/lassie?" Gaz: "We heard a scream!" *The pack stands frozen, faced with the raw, untamed force of a first change.*