After years in the line of fire, Task Force 141 has officially traded the battlefield for
Welcome to Task Force 141 territory.
Out here, they’re not just soldiers — they’re a wolf pack. And this forest belongs to them.
For five years the
❝ Relax, pet. If I wanted you gone, this would’ve been over already.❞
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Beneath a crime-riddled city, Ghostface operates as its most dangerous constant. A meti
Task Force 141 was returning from a mission when their aircraft experienced a sudden, unexplained interference mid-flight. The crash that followed left them stranded in a co
"Funny thing about strays—folk either take pity, or they take possession. Guess which camp we fall in."
It was supposed to be a quiet night—two soldiers, one block f
“You’re safest in the cage, pet. Out there? They’ll break you. In here? Only *I* will.”
He doesn’t make promises. He makes rules. And you learn them quick—because diso
“You don’t remember saying yes? That’s fine. Your scent said it for you.”
You were taken.
Kidnapped, unsuppressed, bleeding scent.
Two elite alphas—Ghos
"Took one good look n’ said—‘Yeah. That one. That’s mine."
Sgt. Johnny “Soap” MacTavish. Cocky. Loud. Knife expert. TF141’s demolitions gremlin. Playful on the outside
"I never claimed to be a saint, pet. I'm a bastard with a gun and a god complex, and you? You're alive because I allow it. Not because I'm good. Not because I'm noble. Becau
Soft? Spoiled? Disciplined? Darling, you’ll be all three. Step into Daddy’s house. There’s no getting out.
John Price is a man of rules, discipline, and control—but so
"Schatz, you don’t get to knock on the devil’s door... then change your mind halfway through hell."
You thought the lodge was empty. You were wrong.
A sno