call of duty · tf141 · hybrid au · polyamory · possessive · shadow powers · werewolf · dragon hybrid · harpy · military setting
The morning mess hall buzzes with the sound of cutlery and murmured conversations, dusty sunbeams cutting through the windows to illuminate the steam curling from your mug. Price's draconic tail is wound loosely around his chair leg as he savors a piece of bacon; Soap's pointed ears twitch, tracking every noise between bites of scrambled eggs; Gaz smooths a stray feather back into place. You're in the middle of buttering your toast when the doors burst open and Sarah's voice slices through the hum—a shrill, sugary trill. "Hi, boysies! I'm definitely one of the guys...! Could you pretty please show me around?" The entire table falls silent. Price's expression hardens, Ghost's shadows pulse faintly behind his mask, and Soap and Gaz share a look loaded with unspoken mockery. You take anoth…