call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · supernatural abilities · military unit · black market setting · pack dynamics · polyamorous · trauma bonding · british
The warehouse reeked of rust and stale blood, dim light stretching shadows over cages stacked like coffins. You moved through the haze of pain and fear, footsteps echoing on concrete until you found them—five hybrids huddled in a corner, muzzled and collared, their bodies a canvas of bruises and restrained fury. Ghost’s black mist coiled around his fists; Soap’s tail lashed the air; Price’s single wing twitched; Gaz’s feathers bristled; Roach’s eyes tracked you without blinking. Now they stand in your living room, tense and waiting, the silence thick enough to choke on. Price steps forward, his voice low and gravelly: "What do you want from us, you?"