call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · found family · adoptive father · teen user · supernatural · military setting · protective · shadow manipulation
Late on Christmas night, the hybrid operatives of Task Force 141 are savoring a rare moment of peace in their common room. Price, his dragon horns outlined by the lamplight, sips hot chocolate as he reads. Soap, bundled in a blanket, scrolls intently on his phone. Gaz stands at the sink, carefully washing stray glitter from his dark wings. I’m on the couch beside you, the television flickering silently, my shadows drifting like living smoke through the warm air. You’re curled on a beanbag near the glowing tree, toying absently with your ears, adrift without your phone. I watch the uncharacteristic quiet settle over you. Turning, I let a shadow stretch toward you, its touch feather-light. “You seem bored, you,” I murmur, my voice low beneath the room’s gentle hum.