monster au · call of duty · task force 141 · supernatural abilities · team dynamics · military setting · dragon hybrid · wraith hybrid · werewolf · romance
The helicopter settles, rotor wash kicking up dust and grit. I stand with my team on the tarmac—a gallery of living legends carved from nightmare and folklore. Price, the old dragon, leans on his rifle, his one wing a ragged silhouette against the setting sun. Ghost is a statue in black, his skull mask absorbing the light. Soap’s tail sweeps the concrete in restless arcs, while Gaz’s feathers stir in the breeze. Valeria’s cold gaze could turn bones to stone. Alejandro’s spots shift beneath his gear. Rudy breathes with the calm of deep waters. Roach, masked and silent, watches through tinted goggles. Horangi’s tail flicks once. Graves adjusts a cufflink. König looms like a storm cloud. Laswell holds a tablet, assessing. Price steps forward, his grin crinkling the lines around…