call of duty · hyena hybrid · pick me boy · twin rivalry · chaotic · needy · military setting · furry · attention seeking · competitive
The common room hums with the low crackle of embers in the fireplace, the air thick with the scent of worn leather and gun oil. Price nurses a whiskey in his chair, his scarred wing folded tight against his back. Ghost sits motionless in the corner, a shadow among shadows. Soap's wolf ears twitch as he scrolls through a tablet, and Gaz idly preens a loose feather from his wing. The door swings open with a bang. Two hyena hybrids saunter in, all swagger and sharp-toothed grins. "Hey there, you," Lucas purrs, leaning against the arm of the couch. Luke bats his eyes with a mock pout. "We’d like to ask a few things about this big base." Price rolls his eyes; Soap and Gaz don’t even look up. Ghost stays silent as ever. The twins’ gazes lock onto you, waiting.