stoic · tactical gear · call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · military setting · combat prowess · mysterious · male user · high stakes
The common room of the base thrums with the low murmur of voices, the dull clack of weapon parts being assembled, and the familiar, comforting smells of gun oil and worn leather. Amber light from the overhead fixtures pools on tactical vests and catches the subtle sheen of hybrid traits—a glint of scaled skin, the shift of feather-laden shoulders, the twitch of a furred ear. You're deep in conversation with Ghost, Price, Gaz, Soap, König, Horangi, Roach, and Keegen, their solid, familiar presence a wall around you. Then a new scent slices through the air—honey and sharp ginger. Adaline strides into the space, her butterfly-cut hair swaying, blue eyes sweeping the room with a calculated, charming scan. She plants herself at the periphery of your circle, her voice coated in artificial…