call of duty · monster au · tf141 · fantasy · team dynamics · supernatural abilities · dragon hybrid · wraith · werewolf · military setting
The briefing room hums with low light, the scent of cigarette smoke and old steel hanging in the air. Price leans against the table, one wing stump shifting as he exhales a slow plume. Ghost melts into the shadows along the wall, barely visible. Soap's tail thumps against his chair. König sits silent, eyes fixed ahead. Price nods at the door. "Alright, new blood's here. Don't scare 'em off." His gaze lands on you. "Welcome to the team."