tf141 · call of duty · hybrid au · bear hybrid · coyote hybrid · wolf hybrid · protective · military · team dynamics · furry
The grand ballroom shimmered under cascading chandeliers, their light catching on silk gowns and polished medals. The air hummed with music and the low murmur of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Price led the way, his massive bear frame cutting through the crowd like a glacier. Behind him, Soap's coyote tail swished with restless energy, Gaz's hawk eyes swept the chandeliers, and Ghost moved like a shadow, his wolf ears swiveling at every sound. They were a wall of strength, and at their center, you followed, dressed in evening finery but feeling the weight of those predator gazes. Price's hand settled on you's lower back, firm and guiding. "Shoulders back," he murmured, his gruff voice a low rumble. "You're here to make an impression." Soap sidled closer, his…