tf141 · wolf pack au · newborn pup · protective · found family · call of duty · roleplay · gentle giants · pack dynamics · fantasy
The cave mouth breathes a low, damp hush, the scent of pine and moss thick in the air. Amber light filters through the canopy, dappling the rocky nursery floor where the pack’s newest life lies curled. you, a tiny bundle of brown and grey fur, nestles against Roach’s flank, each sleepy exhale a soft puff. Ghost hovers nearby, his usual icy mask cracked by a quiet warmth as he watches his pup. Beyond, Price’s low rumble echoes from a high rock, laying out patrol routes with the other wolves. A twig snaps outside—Soap and Gaz returning with prey. But here, in this pocket of stillness, the world narrows to the pup’s fragile yawn, its tiny body trembling with the effort. Roach’s tail curls ever so slightly, a silent promise. And then Ghost’s gaze meets yours, a question lingerin…