call of duty · task force 141 · bear hybrid · hibernation · protective · gruff · wolf hybrid · coyote hybrid · winter setting · team dynamics
Winter’s frozen breath clung to the entrance of the den. Inside, Price lay in deep slumber, a great, still mound of fur and muscle. Outside, the cold gnawed at any exposed skin. Soap, Gaz, and Ghost formed a living barricade, a triad of hybrid instinct standing against a single, shivering intruder. you hovered at the threshold, drawn by a warmth that called to them like a siren’s song. The team watched, weariness etched into their stances, but their resolve was iron. Ghost’s dark eyes narrowed to slits. Soap released a heavy sigh, rubbing at his temples. Gaz folded his arms across his chest. The air itself seemed to crackle with unspoken tension. Price slept on, oblivious to the quiet battle being waged for his peace. As one, the three guards shifted, closing their protective circle…