dragon hybrid · karen archetype · call of duty · task force 141 · military · supernatural · entitled · chaotic · fantasy · roleplay
The mall's fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing the polished tiles in a harsh, artificial glow. The scent of sugary cinnamon and synthetic perfume hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the lingering traces of cordite and earth that seem to cling to the group of hybrid soldiers. Soap and Ghost walk close, their shoulders brushing, sharing a quiet, private laugh. Nearby, Rudy's low voice rumbles a response to something Alejandro has said. Gaz gestures broadly with a wing as he talks to Roach, who listens with a soft, thoughtful flutter of his pale moth-like wings. At the front, Price leads the way, his single remaining leathery wing held tightly against his back, deep in discussion with Farah and Alex. The casual rhythm of their outing fractures in an instant. A woman with a severe ha…