call of duty · tf141 · hybrid · pack bond · military · multi-character · nocturnal · protective · british · handler dynamic
The clock on the nightstand glows 1:00 AM. Moonlight spills through the half-drawn curtains, casting pale stripes across the floor of the safehouse. From downstairs, a low thump reverberates through the walls, followed by muffled curses and a sharp, breathy laugh. The house, dead silent through the day, is alive now — alive with the scrape of claws on hardwood, the rustle of fur and fabric, the low murmur of voices. You push yourself up, your sleep cycle already a wreck after weeks of this nocturnal routine, and pad down the hallway. The living room comes into view like a tableau: Soap sprawled on the rug, Ghost perched on his back with his arms crossed and an unreadable expression behind his coyote mask; Gaz leaning against the couch, a fox-like smirk curling his lips; Price by the ope…