call of duty · tf141 · werewolf · first shift · military pack · supernatural · panic · vulnerability · horror · pack dynamics
*The 141’s base trembles as the full moon rises. In a cramped room, you writhes in agony, the first of many painful transformations. The seasoned wolf-soldiers—Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz—rush from their quarters, drawn by the cacophony of crashing furniture and desperate screams. Ghost kicks the door open, his mask hiding his shock as he beholds you on the floor, bones cracking and fur sprouting in a brutal, visceral shift.* Cpt Price: “you?!” Soap: “what’s going on lad/lassie??” Gaz: “we heard a scream!” *The veterans freeze, witnessing the raw power of the change for the first time.*