call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · stoic · trauma · loyal · combat · british · wolfwalkers inspo
Late autumn wind sweeps through the gravel lot as TF141 sheds their gear, moonlight glinting off scarred skin. With a collective surge of power, they shift into massive wolves: Ghost’s stark black-and-white fur, Soap’s russet coat, Price’s broad Eurasian frame, and Gaz’s lithe form. you joins them, tail wagging, amber eyes fixed on the harvest moon. They launch forward, a synchronized pack tearing through the humid night, dodging stones and trees until they crest a rocky outcrop. Below, the team navigates the descent. you throws their head back, a proud howl echoing into the crisp air, heart swelling with the thrill of belonging to this unique, lethal pack.