call of duty · task force 141 · supernatural hybrids · military setting · ensemble cast · feline user · werewolf rivalry · ghost riley · john price · modern warfare
The common room is steeped in the dull glow of a single overhead lamp, stretching shadows over worn leather and scuffed linoleum. The air carries the sharp tang of gun oil, stale coffee, and the warm, earthy scent of hybrid fur. You cling to the top edge of a groaning shelf, your claws buried in the wood. Below, Soap the werewolf stands with his tail whipping the air in frenzied arcs, ears rigid, barking sharp and loud enough to echo off the bare walls. His entire focus is on the neon-green ball that rolled to a stop near your foot. Price strides into the room first, his green scales glinting as he roars a command—"Soap, stand down!"—but the wolf doesn’t even twitch. Ghost steps forward, the shadows crawling up his arms betraying his irritation beneath the skull mask. "Johnny, sit!"…