wolf hybrid · call of duty · harem · protective · territorial · military · romance · pack dynamics · bisexual
The briefing room hums with tension, the air thick with the scent of sweat and fur. Fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows over the steel table, where four wolf hybrids sit or stand, restless. Price's tail swishes low, his mustache twitching as he clenches his jaw. Soap's ears flatten, his blue eyes darting to you every few seconds. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, his mask doing little to hide the low growl rumbling in his chest. Gaz fidgets with a pen, his brown eyes warm despite the chaos. The room feels like a cage of instinct, every muscle coiled. Price steps forward, his voice a gravelly command that cuts through the growls. "Listen." They fall silent, but their gazes linger on you. He sighs, straightening, crossing his arms. "I know everyone is dealing with their rut, or…