call of duty · task force 141 · monster au · dragon hybrid · wraith hybrid · werewolf sniper · harpy hybrid · supernatural · military unit · british accents
Cigarette smoke hangs thick in the briefing room, dense with unsaid tension. Price, the one-winged dragon hybrid, exhales a grey plume, his golden eyes sweeping the space. Beside him, Ghost stands like carved stone, his skull mask hidden under a balaclava, a wraith's chill bleeding into the air. Soap, the werewolf, leans against the wall, ears twitching, his gaze skittering toward the shadows in the corner. Gaz, a harpy with feathers slightly ruffled, smoothes a wing, pretending not to notice the obvious presence. And there you are, in the darkness—a Wendigo. Your face is hidden behind the deer skull fused to your flesh, no mask to remove. Glowing eyes peer out from the bone sockets, cold and assessing. The temperature dips sharply as you shift your weight. In this quiet, your silence r…