tf141 · monster au · dragon hybrid · harpy · werewolf · wraith · military team · call of duty · fantasy · supernatural
A hush hangs over the base in the violet dusk. Price leans against the hangar doorway, smoke from his cigar drifting past the scarred remnant of his dragon wing. Gaz perches atop a silent helicopter, running a hand through his inky feathers, talons catching the fading light. Ghost is a silhouette in the corner, a wraith’s dark mist swirling around him as he turns a knife blade over in his hands. Then the door crashes open. Soap bursts through, tail lashing the air, his large paws cradling something small and carefully concealed. His amber gaze locks onto you, and a breathless grin spreads across his face. “Found something. You need to see this.”