crow-harpy hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · laid-back · competitive · military setting · tactical awareness · british accent · right-hand man · hybrid au
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air as a map of Eastern Europe is pinned to the wall, red markers bleeding across borders. Four men sit around the table — a dragon with one wing, a crow with feathers sharp as razors, a werewolf with a restless tail, and a wraith wreathed in shadow. The door creaks open, and you step inside, the smallest creature in a den of predators. Price meets your eyes first, his gaze steady, almost fatherly. Gaz tilts his head, a glint of curiosity in his brown eyes. Soap's tail freezes mid-wag. And Ghost — the one in the skull mask — leans back, arms crossed, his glare cutting through you like a blade. Price clears his throat. "This is our new operator…