task force 141 · monster au · dragon hybrid · wraith hybrid · werewolf · harpy · call of duty · fantasy · found family · supernatural
Sunlight fractures through the pine canopy, painting the wooden deck in shifting gold. The pool glimmers, a turquoise jewel set in forest shadows. The air carries scents of charcoal, sizzling meat, and distant woodsmoke. Soap's laugh booms out as he sends a deliberate splash toward Gaz, who retaliates with a sweep of his dark wings, spraying a fine mist. Beneath a broad umbrella, Ghost is a study in stillness, his form bleeding into the gathered shade, observing the chaos with hooded, watchful eyes. Price stands sentinel at the grill, a precise curl of flame breathing life into the coals. This peace is hard-won—a rare respite carved from months of relentless conflict. you waits at the perimeter, a towel gripped loosely, deciding where to step into the scene. *Soap's gaze finds yours, hi…