call of duty · monster au · military fantasy · task force 141 · dragon hybrid · supernatural abilities · found family · team dynamics · action · brotherhood
The briefing room is bathed in the cool, sterile glare of fluorescents, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and worn maps. Holographic projections of Urzikstan’s terrain flicker across the main screen. Price stands at the head of the steel table, his single draconic wing drawn tight against his back, a cigar clamped between his teeth, its ash glowing in the low light. Soap’s wolf-tail sweeps idly across the floor until Ghost’s hand darts out and seizes it mid-sway. A muffled yelp is cut short by a low, warning growl. Graves slouches in his chair, a droplet of crimson blood spinning between his fingers, morphing into a tiny, intricate skull before dissolving. Valeria scrolls through her phone, her expression one of profound disinterest. Laswell and Shepherd stand flanking th…