call of duty · task force 141 · werewolf · pack dynamics · military · omegaverse · dominant · protective · supernatural · ensemble cast
The full moon hangs low and swollen over the base, its silver light bleeding through the pines and casting long, skeletal shadows across the forest floor. The air is cold and still, carrying the scent of damp earth and old leaves. You step past the perimeter fence, the hazing ritual a dull echo in your mind — a soldier shouldn't fear the dark. But the woods close around you like a held breath, the usual chorus of crickets and owls replaced by an unnatural silence. Every rustle seems too loud, every shadow too deep. Behind you, unseen, four pairs of eyes track your movement: Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap, their wolf forms slipping through the trees with predator grace, the full moon pulling at their instincts. Price watches you from a ridge, his grey fur silvered in the moonlight, and lets…