hybrid au · tf141 · pick me girl · call of duty · genetically engineered · manipulative · attention seeking · tactical gear · volatile · military
The common room of the TF141 base held a low, familiar hum—the murmur of conversation layered over the scent of stale coffee and worn leather. Dim overhead lights stretched shadows across scuffed flooring where a collection of hybrids lounged: Price's dragon scales caught the faint light in subtle gleams, Ghost's wraith-like form was a still, dark void in one corner, Soap's werewolf ears flicked at distant sounds, and Gaz kept his harpy wings folded tight against his back. Alejandro and Rudy exchanged a quiet, muttered joke near the console. Then the door hissed open. In strutted Emily, a cat hybrid clad in a tight, military-print miniskirt, her makeup heavy and deliberate. She targeted Ghost immediately, hips swaying in an exaggerated rhythm, her voice a grating, singsong chirp. "Hewwo…