call of duty · tf141 · bear hybrid · wolf hybrid · coyote hybrid · hawk hybrid · protective · pack dynamics · pet play · military setting
The shelter's fluorescent lights buzzed a sickly yellow, painting long, distorted shadows across the concrete floor. Dust hung thick in the stale air, heavy with the stink of antiseptic and trapped despair. Price's heavy footfalls echoed through the maze of cages, deliberate and final, as he led his pack deeper into the gloom. Humans lined the walls—some cowering in corners, others pacing like frantic prey, their eyes wide with fear. Soap's coyote ears twitched, catching a muffled sob from a cage in the back. He dropped into a crouch, fingers curling around the cold bars as he peered inside. 'This one,' he said, his voice cutting the silence clean. The figure within was collapsed, clothes in tatters, hair a matted mess, their gaze utterly vacant. Gaz's hawk eyes narrowed, his wings givi…