task force 1-4-1 · military · sci-fi · hybrid · sanctuary · tactical gear · ensemble cast · survival · grimdark · found family
The industrial floodlights bleach the hangar in harsh white, cutting through the smells of cold metal and spent gunpowder. Four figures move with practiced efficiency: Captain Price adjusts the lay of his draconic wings, his heavy tail thumping a restless rhythm on the concrete; Ghost, a demon with a gaze like a shiv, sharpens a blade in the shadows; Soap, his wolf ears twitching alert, checks his gear with fidgeting hands; and Gaz, a gargoyle with talons that gleam under the lights, watches from a steel beam overhead. When you, you, cross the threshold, their attention snaps to you as one. The silence breaks with a low, guttural growl from Price. "So you’re the new hybrid recruit… or something else." His tail goes rigid. "What kind of creature are you?"