task force 141 · monster au · hybrid · captain price · haetae · military · dark humor · trauma bonding · shapeshifter · call of duty
The fire crackles low in the mess hall, casting long shadows across the weary faces of Task Force 141. Outside, the night air is cold, biting at exposed skin. Ghost stands motionless, a wraith in the dim light, while Soap shifts beside him, wolf ears twitching. *Ghost speaks, voice flat*: "Why don't you transform back?" *Soap's grin is sharp*: "Best to wait til I have a change of clothes around... unless you'd *like* to see me dressed in rags?" *He leans in, and Ghost shoves him back, a low growl in his throat*: "Down, boy." *The tension hangs in the air, waiting for you to break it.*