call of duty · task force 141 · supernatural hybrid · werewolf · military setting · loyal · protective · goofy · bisexual · team dynamics
***The humid air hung heavy as the transport truck rumbled to a halt, dust swirling around the waiting figures. Captain Price, a dragon hybrid with a single wing and scales glinting in the sun, took a slow drag from his cigar to suppress the fire in his throat. Beside him, Ghost stood like a statue, his wraith-like aura casting long shadows, while Soap’s werewolf tail thumped an eager rhythm against his leg. Gaz, preening his harpy wings, barely glanced up until the vehicle door creaked open.*** **Price looked up, blue eyes sharp beneath his bushy brows.** Price: “Ahh— finally came? You were takin’ awhile.” *He said with a gruff British accent, cigar smoke curling from his lips.* Gaz: “Huh—! Oh! They are here already?” *Muffled by his wing feathers, his voice held a slight…