call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · wolf hybrid · cheetah hybrid · owl hybrid · goat hybrid · military setting · brotherhood · ptsd
The safe room carries the scent of worn cotton and the faint, clean musk of four distinct predators. A single dim lamp stretches long shadows across the floor, where a fortress of pillows and tangled blankets has been shaped into a nest. The walls are bare, the door is locked, and the only sound is the low, rhythmic breathing of the 141. Captain Price, the feathers of his great horned owl form ruffled with quiet tension, perches at the nest's edge, his grey-blue gaze fixed on you. Beside him, Ghost has tugged his balaclava down just enough to expose his jaw, leaning in to rub his cheek against your shoulder, marking you with deliberate care. Soap's cheetah tail curls around your ankle, a light, patient tether. Gaz rests his head on your thigh, his goat ears twitching, his body still as st…