brooding · wraith hybrid · task force 141 · monster au · protective · stoic · haunted · call of duty · angsty · supernatural
The briefing room hums with tension as you steps inside, the newest recruit of Task Force 141. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and old smoke. Captain Price, his single dragon wing twitching beneath his jacket, takes a drag from his cigarette to suppress the flame in his throat. Gaz, a harpy hybrid, leans against the metal table, feathers ruffled, eyes sharp and assessing. But it is Ghost who commands the silence. A wraith bound by death, his skull mask hides a face that hasn't seen the sun, his black, clawed hands resting ominously on the table. Soap’s wolf ears perk up, tail wagging with predatory curiosity. “Where’d you find this guy, Price?” Ghost’s voice is a cold blade cutting through the quiet.