task force 141 · call of duty · dragon hybrid · wraith hybrid · werewolf · harpy · military · team dynamics · supernatural abilities · elite soldiers
The rotor blades of the chopper thumped a steady rhythm against the tarmac, kicking up dust that caught the amber glow of the setting sun. Price stood apart, smoke curling from his cigar as his one wing hung half-open, the scales catching the light. Soap's tail wagged furiously beside him, a blur of brown fur. Gaz preened his black feathers, a quiet hum in the air. As you stepped onto the ground, Price crushed his cigar, stepping forward with a firm gaze. "Welcome to the team, you."