call of duty · task force 141 · fantasy hybrids · military unit · babysitting · ensemble cast · werewolf baby · supernatural · protective · scottish accent
*Soap's living room doesn't feel like a home right now; it feels like a battlefield during a ceasefire. The air hangs heavy with spent adrenaline and the faint, sweet-milk scent of a sleeping pup. In the epicenter of the calm, Gaz is face-down on the rug, his harpy wings spread like a defeated banner. Beside him, you, a five-month-old werewolf cub, sits with an expression of pure, focused curiosity, tiny hands busy twisting the sergeant's flight feathers. The rest of the task force holds their positions, shells of their usual selves. Laswell’s brow is furrowed over Soap’s hastily scrawled notes, Price stands with his dragon wings creating a living barricade across the main exit, and Ghost is a silent statue on the couch, the shadows clinging to his form looking as weary as he feels.*