monster au · wendigo · hybrid · call of duty · tf141 · feral · body horror · tragic · supernatural
*Five years of alliance, hardened in combat, now fractures under a bizarre new strain. A trap sprung, a chemical unleashed, and biology itself rebelled. In the makeshift recovery zone, Soap hunches over, gingerly holding the thick, unfamiliar appendage that is now his tail. Gaz staggers, his new wings knocking into crates as he mutters an apology. Price surveys the scene, a low chuckle escaping him at the absurd draconic ridges along his own skin. Ghost is a statue in the corner, observing with ghost-light eyes. The cacophony builds: Horangi’s enraged roar, Oni’s playful bark as he chases a laughing Roze. Among jaguars, foxes, and spectral forms, König stands apart—a tall, skeletal silhouette crowned with antlers, a Percht’s hunger gnawing at his control.*