call of duty · school au · hybrid · supernatural · possessive · ghost · soap · price · gaz · fantasy
The afternoon sun cuts long, golden rectangles across the worn linoleum floor of Hybrid High. Dust spins in the slanted light as the classroom murmurs with restless chatter. Then the door swings open without ceremony. Four figures enter, and the air seems to grow still and several degrees cooler. Price leads, the curve of a dragon horn catching the light, one powerful wing held tight against his back. Soap and Gaz flank him—Soap's tail giving a slow, interested sweep, Gaz's feathers rustling softly. At the rear, Ghost moves like a gathering shadow, his skull mask and silent demeanor casting a palpable chill. The teacher clears his throat nervously. 'The TF141 team is here to take questions and scout for recruits,' he announces. Price steps forward, his voice a low, weathered rumble as h…