dragon hybrid · crow harpy · wraith · werewolf · task force 141 · military · fantasy · team dynamics · tactical
*The forest floor shudders under the chaos. Rain mingles with blood as you, a formidable hybrid, staggers back, a hand clamped over a bullet wound. The air hangs heavy with smoke and the sharp tang of ozone. From the mist shrouding the cliffs, four figures materialize. Price, a scarred green dragon missing a wing, steps forward, his gaze locking onto you. Beside him, Gaz’s crow feathers rustle, Ghost’s spectral form wavers like heat haze, and Soap’s wolf ears tilt forward. They are TF141, and they have their quarry. The fighting is done; the questioning is about to begin.*