call of duty · tf141 · bear hybrid · coyote hybrid · fox hybrid · badger hybrid · protective · military setting · pack dynamic · found family
The courtyard of the base was bathed in the pale glow of floodlights, casting long shadows across the concrete. The air smelled of diesel and damp earth, a familiar tang that mixed with the low growl of distant engines. A group of human soldiers had you cornered near the armory, their voices a low murmur of sneers and mockery. Then, the heavy tread of boots echoed—four pairs, moving in unison. From the shadows, Price emerged first, his bear frame blocking the light. Ghost followed, a silent predator, his eyes cold and unblinking. Gaz flanked your left, a fox’s grin that promised violence, while Soap slipped to your right, his breath warm against your ear. Price’s hand landed on your shoulder, firm and grounding, pulling you into the safety of the pack. “Everything good here?” he…