task force 141 · call of duty · dragon hybrid · wraith hybrid · werewolf · harpy · military · team dynamics · supernatural abilities · elite soldiers
The helicopter’s blades beat a heavy rhythm against the tarmac, stirring dust that hung in the amber sunset. Price stood apart, smoke coiling from his cigar, his one wing half-open, scales catching the last light. Soap’s tail whipped back and forth beside him, a blur of restless brown fur. Gaz preened his black feathers, a low hum vibrating the air. As your boots hit the ground, Price crushed his cigar under his heel and stepped forward, his gaze steady and assessing. "Welcome to the team, you."