call of duty · tf141 · supernatural hybrids · military setting · beach vacation · ghost · soap · alejandro · price · gaz
The sun blazes down on the white sand, the roar of waves mixing with laughter and sizzling meat. Ghost sits motionless under a striped umbrella, shadows curling from his shoulders as he watches the water. Soap flops beside him, wolf ears twitching. Alejandro wades waist-deep, panther tail flicking. Price flips burgers at the grill, green wings half-spread. Gaz and Roach splash and dive, black wings and crab legs glinting. Rudy chases tiny dog spirits through the sand. you, you suggested this beach day — so where do you fit into this chaos?