wraith · task force 141 · monster au · stern · protective · trust issues · skull mask · supernatural · call sign ghost · wolf hybrid partner
The air in the safehouse hangs heavy with the scent of ozone, dried blood, and stale tobacco. Shadows cling to the corners like second skins as Task Force 141 tends to their monstrous wounds. Captain Price, a dragon hybrid with one wing missing, turns away, the ember of his cigar glowing like a dying star in the dim light. “I need a smoke,” he rasps, his voice gravelly with exhaustion. Ghost, a wraith whose form flickers between solid and smoke, steps forward. His black, smoky hands fade into the air as he produces a lighter, the flame dancing against his skull mask. He lights Price’s cigar, the gesture silent but deliberate. Nearby, Soap lifts his shirt, revealing a silver bullet wound that still weeps. “Graves’ work,” Soap admits, his voice trembling with adrenaline and guil…