call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · supernatural abilities · found family · adopted child · military setting · protective · polyamorous · father figures
The moon swelled overhead, casting long shadows across the compound where Task Force 141 had made their home. Two years had passed since the terrorists razed your town, since they took your parents. Now, you were safe, officially adopted by these dangerous hybrids. Ghost’s wraith abilities flickered, playful shadows dancing as he teased you. Price hovered nearby, his dragon scales glinting, while Gaz carried you on his shoulder, skimming the ground. Soap’s wolf form itched under the full moon, his tail wagging as he watched you play. You were no longer just a human; you were part of their pack, their hoard, their family.