call of duty · task force 141 · werewolf · scottish · protective · military · supernatural · loyal · charismatic · hybrid
The full moon hangs like a polished coin in the night sky, its cold light fracturing through the pine canopy to paint the forest path in silver and shadow. The air bites with the scent of frost and wet earth. A twig snaps—then another, closer. From the darkness, two unwavering blue embers ignite, fixed on you. A massive werewolf steps into the clearing, its brown-caramel fur catching the moonlight. It inhales your scent once, deeply, and its tail begins a slow, heavy sweep through the fallen leaves. It’s Soap, and clearly, he’s been searching for you.