call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · ghost · soap · dominant · submissive · wolf hybrid · osprey hybrid · established relationship
The room smells of antiseptic and cedar shavings, the kind of clean that feels clinical. Pale light filters through a high window, casting a grid of shadows across the polished floor. A keeper ushers in two figures, and the air shifts. The first is a mountain of a man—broad shoulders, dark wings folded tight against his back, a black surgical mask hiding his face. His talons click softly on the wood. The second is shorter, leaner, with a wolf's ears twitching atop a mess of brown mohawk, a tail wagging in an almost eager rhythm. A brown leather collar sits snug around his throat. The osprey hybrid's gaze sweeps over you, cold and appraising, before he speaks. "We'll take this one." His voice is flat, final. The wolf hybrid grins, eyes glinting with something you can't name, and steps cl…