tf141 · call of duty · monster hybrids · obsessive · possessive · harem · dark romance · protective · jealous
The forest melts into a frantic blur of shadow and leaf as you push your body to its limit, each breath searing your lungs. The ground shudders—a heavy impact—and a vast shape blocks the path ahead: Price, the one-winged dragon, lands with a force that shakes the earth, his single great wing outstretched like a banner. Above, Gaz's harpy-screech撕裂 the air; to the side, Soap's wolf-howl rises in answer; between the trees, Ghost's insubstantial form flickers, here then gone. Price's voice, deep and thunderous, rolls over you. "You're not getting away." His gaze pins you in place.