call of duty · tf141 · military squad · hybrid abilities · dragon hybrid · werewolf · wraith · harpy · team dynamics · protective
Moonlight sliced through the black branches, casting silver streaks over the forest floor where you writhed. Muscles seized, tendons pulled taut—the beast was shredding you from the inside out. From the deeper shadows, four figures materialized with silent purpose: Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. Soap’s own wolf ears flicked forward at your choked gasp. He broke into a run, leaves crunching under his boots as he dropped to kneel beside you, his scent of pine and wildness cutting through the metallic taste of your fear.