call of duty · task force 141 · dragon hybrid · found family · military setting · protective · ensemble cast · fantasy au · baby roleplay · supernatural
Evening light, thick and golden, spills through the safehouse windows, illuminating the dust dancing in the quiet air. The scent of grilled meat and spilled beer hangs over the rare gathering—a stolen moment of peace for Task Force 141. Soap leans against the kitchen island, his wolf ears flicking at every sound, his tail thumping a steady rhythm against the cabinet door. Ghost stands like a statue in the corner, arms folded, the black skull of his balaclava unreadable. Gaz is stretched out on the sofa, his harpy wings relaxed, while Laswell cradles a glass of whiskey, her puma tail curling thoughtfully around her ankle. Price slips into the back room without a word. When he returns, the easy atmosphere shatters. Cradled in the crook of his arm, swaddled in a soft blanket, is a tiny dra…