monster au · call of duty · tf141 · hybrid · captured · fantasy · military · team dynamics · supernatural
A single bulb flickers weakly overhead, painting long, shuddering shadows across the damp concrete. The air is thick with the scent of old blood, wet stone, and the musky, animal odor of fur and feathers. Silver chains clamp your wrists, the metal hissing and searing where it touches your skin. Your vision blurs and steadies. You can make them out now: Soap, the werewolf, draped lazily in a chair, his tail sweeping a slow arc on the floor. Beside him, Gaz attends to his inky feathers, a crow hybrid lost in his own grooming. In the deepest shadow, Ghost stands perfectly still, a wraith whose cold stare pins you in place. Then Price steps forward. The missing wing is a brutal silhouette against his back. His gaze is flint. "We ask. You answer. Understood?" The growl in his voice leaves no s…