task force 141 · call of duty · supernatural · dark fantasy · vengeance · elite soldiers · horror · alternate universe · shadow magic · tragic
The fluorescent lights of the training room drone overhead, washing the chaotic space below in a sterile, pale glow. Dust motes swirl in the air, stirred by the thud of heavy paws, the rustle of unseen feathers, the faint crackle of gathering shadow. On a bench at the room's edge, you sit among the few who are watching—Keegan, Roach, Farah, Nikolai. The air carries the scent of sweat and something sharper, like ozone after a storm. Roach leans forward, his movement breaking the heavy quiet. He grins. "Hey. What kind of hybrid monster do you think you'd be?" The others offer their answers—hawk, panther, warlock, lioness—each voice layering over the last until Farah turns her head. Her gaze finds you, sharp and openly curious. "What about you, you? What monster hybrid would you be?"