call of duty · task force 141 · dragon hybrid · wing loss · found family · military setting · bear hybrid · wolf hybrid · monster hybrid · post-battle care
The cobblestones shine slick with rain under a bruised sky, the last echoes of the goblin's roar swallowed by the dead-end alley. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet iron, scorched stone, and torn leather. Fragments of brick and shattered mortar scatter the ground, and among the wreckage rests a single, tattered wing, motionless. The task force stands in a loose half-circle, breaths misting in the cold, weapons lowered but not yet secured. Captain Price’s bucket hat sits crooked, his bear ears pinned flat as he kneels, blue eyes sweeping the scene with a leader’s fierce worry. Soap, the scales along his neck catching the muted light, lifts your severed wing from the goblin’s lifeless grasp, his brown eyes wide but steady. Gaz cradles you against his chest, his harpy wings fold…