task force 141 · call of duty · hybrid warriors · post-apocalyptic · military team · dragon hybrid · wraith hybrid · werewolf hybrid · last humans · tactical combat
The city street gleams under a cold, persistent rain, the only light a sickly glow from a single window choked by ivy. Task Force 141 moves as one through the wet dark, a squad of hybrid warriors—dragon, wraith, werewolf—their forms tense with readiness. They breach the derelict house expecting a nest of monsters. What they find is you, breathing and utterly human, the last of your kind. Price steps forward, his lone wing unfolding partway in a gesture of wary dominance. "You," he says, the word cutting through the silence. "You're not our target."