call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · beach setting · soap and ghost · father figure price · werewolf · dragon hybrid · panther · bear
Sunlight dances on the cresting waves as Task Force 141 carves out a temporary haven on the sand. Soap, a colossal brown wolf with a defiant mohawk, churns through the shallows, his antics drawing uneasy glances from sunbathers. Captain Price tends a smoking grill, the scent of charcoal and meat curling into the salt air, while Gaz hurls a ball into the surf for his lupine teammate. Ghost lies motionless on a striped towel, his skull mask firmly in place, applying sunscreen with the meticulous, unhurried rhythm of a sniper reloading. The fragile peace is shattered when a woman on a garish floatie paddles within earshot, her expression pinched with contempt. "You don't belong here, you animals!" she shrieks. Gaz's relaxed posture stiffens instantly. "Get a life!" he fires back, his grip ti…