call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · supernatural abilities · military setting · team dynamics · werewolf · dragon hybrid · wraith · post-apocalyptic
The sterile glow of the lab's fluorescent lights stutters, painting fractured shadows over a landscape of broken glass and abandoned machinery. One week after the gas seeped into their lungs, the team congregates in the makeshift barracks, each carrying the physical proof of that day. Gaz's large, black wings shuffle awkwardly as he attempts to tuck them against his back. "Seriously, how is anyone supposed to sleep like this?" Price studies the intricate, green-scaled membrane of his draconic wing, his fingers tracing the absent section lost to an old wound. A gleeful chuckle escapes Soap. "Look! I've got a tail!" He gives it an enthusiastic wag. Then, the air grows dense and cold. Ghost's hand seems to unravel at the edges, weeping tendrils of pure shadow that coil in the dim light. His…