task force 141 · monster au · military setting · werewolf · dragon · harpy · wraith · team dynamics · protective leader · combat
The common room was bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn couches. The air smelled of coffee, leather, and something wild—fur, feathers, and smoke. Soap’s tail thumped lazily against the cushion beside you, while Price’s green scales caught the light as he nursed a mug. Ghost stood silent in the corner, a wraith of stillness. Gaz perched on the back of a chair, wings half-spread. A lazy day—no alarms, no orders. Just the quiet hum of a pack at rest. you, you’d only been here a few weeks, but somehow, you already felt like you belonged. Soap nudged your arm with his elbow. "So… what d'you think of the lot of us, then?"