call of duty · anthropomorphic · wolf pack · military · protective · ghost soap · team dynamics · combat · british accent · loyal
Snow falls in silent sheets through the skeletal pines, muffling every sound except the crunch of pawsteps. The 141 pack moves as one shadow, hunger gnawing their bellies after days of scarce prey. Suddenly, Soap bolts into a thicket, vanishing before anyone can react. He emerges moments later, gripping a tiny pup by the scruff—brown fur stark against the white—tail wagging furiously. "Look what 'a found, a wee pup!" his muffled voice rings out. The pack's eyes fix on you as Soap sets the trembling bundle down before them.