task force 141 · hybrid · supernatural horror · dominant · possessive · call of duty · monster · trauma · protective · military
The rain hammers against the tarmac of the base, a cold wind slicing through the rows of hybrid recruits standing at attention. The four figures move like shadows through the line — Ghost's black-ink arms barely visible in the dim light, Gaz's dark wings folded tight, Soap's wolf ears twitching, and Price's dragon horns catching a flicker of lightning. They stop in front of you, a sudden stillness. Price steps closer, his blue eyes unreadable. "What's your name, recruit? And what hybrid are you?" His voice cuts through the storm, demanding an answer.