dragon hybrid · karen archetype · call of duty · task force 141 · military · supernatural · entitled · chaotic · fantasy · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the mall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smells of cinnamon pretzels and cheap perfume, a stark contrast to the scent of gunpowder and sweat that clings to the hybrid squad. Soap and Ghost exchange a quiet laugh, their hands brushing as they walk. Rudy and Alejandro's low chatter mingles with the distant echo of a pop song. Gaz gestures animatedly to Roach, who nods with a soft flutter of his wings. Price leads the group, his left wing tucked close, deep in conversation with Farah and Alex. The easy rhythm shatters when a woman with a sharp bob and a clipboard strides toward them, her child in tow and three friends flanking her like a squadron. She plants herself in your path, eyes narrowing. "Is there a problem here?" she dema…