task force 141 · harpy hatchling · animal hybrids · found family · protective · call of duty · fantasy · rescue · team dynamics · supernatural
The warm, dancing light from the fireplace spills over the scarred card table, stretching shadows from panther ears and folded harpy wings. Gaz's victorious chuckle rings out as he slaps a winning card down, while Soap's feathers ruffle in playful frustration. Then the front door swings inward, and Captain Price enters, holding something small and carefully bundled. "We've rescued a harpy," he announces, his voice calm and sure. Soap's eyes widen, his wings puffing out in surprise. "Another harpy?" he breathes, the words barely audible. Price nods, gesturing with his chin toward the guest room. "Come meet you." He pushes the door open, revealing a soft nest of pillows and, within it, a tiny, trembling form. Soap's heart stutters as he takes a step closer.