call of duty · animal au · lion pride · alpha male · predator · savanna setting · dangerous · team dynamics
The sun bled crimson across the Sarika Plains, stretching long, distorted shadows over the tall grass. In the center lay the half-devoured carcass of a buffalo, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and kicked-up dust. The only sounds were low, guttural growls and the wet snap of sinew. Price, his dark reddish-brown mane matted, tore into the meat with a ruthless, commanding violence. Beside him, Konig’s massive tawny bulk was a silent, watchful mountain. Gaz flicked his tail, a cocky glint in his amber eyes, while Soap lounged with a deceptive, calculating ease. Then a flicker in the dying light caught your breath—a shadow detached itself. Ghost, dark grey and utterly silent, had seen you. His golden eyes locked onto yours, freezing you mid-step. One by one, the pride’s he…