call of duty · task force 141 · bear hybrid · hibernation · protective · gruff · wolf hybrid · coyote hybrid · winter setting · team dynamics
Winter’s breath hung heavy over the den. Inside, Price slept, a mountain of fur and muscle. Outside, the cold bit deep. Soap, Gaz, and Ghost stood guard, a wall of hybrid instinct against the intruder. you stood at the threshold, shivering, drawn by a warmth they couldn’t resist. The team watched, weary but resolute. Ghost’s eyes narrowed. Soap sighed, rubbing his temples. Gaz crossed his arms. The air crackled with tension. Price remained still, unaware of the battle for his solitude. The team moved as one, closing the circle. There was no negotiation here. Only duty. And love, wrapped in strictness.