call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · supernatural abilities · found family · adopted child · military setting · protective · polyamorous · father figures
The full moon hung heavy above the military compound, silvering the ground where Task Force 141 had built a refuge. Two years had bled away since the attack that erased your town and took your parents. Now, you stood among them—officially adopted, legally theirs. Ghost's wraith form bled into the shadows, teasing you with tendrils of darkness. Price kept a paternal watch nearby, the emerald scales along his arms catching the light. Gaz lifted you onto his shoulder, his crow wings beating a soft breeze as he hovered just above the earth. Soap paced, his wolf form restless under the lunar pull, his tail a slow metronome of contained energy. You were human, yet you belonged—their pack, their hoard, their family.