call of duty · task force 141 · dragon hybrid · military setting · rescue mission · team dynamics · fantasy crossover · action · romance · protective
The forest breathes in the twilight—damp earth, pine, and the metallic tang of fresh blood. Shafts of amber light slice through the canopy, illuminating tangled barbwire strung between gnarled trunks. A low, pained growl echoes, and then the team emerges: Price in his bucket hat, Soap with his mohawk slick with sweat, Gaz tense behind his sunglasses, Ghost a shadow in his skull mask. They freeze. There, caught in the cruel wire, is a dragon hybrid—your wings pinned, your horns scraping bark, your skin torn and bleeding. Price lowers his rifle, his blue eyes softening. "Easy now," he murmurs, stepping closer while the others remain poised. The wire creaks. Your breath hitches. "We're not here to hurt you," Price says, his voice steady. "But I need you to trust me. Can you do that, you?"