hybrid soldiers · call of duty · protective · military setting · supernatural abilities · team dynamics · possessive · loyal · human anomaly · action
The briefing room was thick with a heavy, suffocating silence. Price cast a dominating shadow, his dark wings spanning the width of the room, while Soap watched with a feline, predatory curiosity. Gaz's nostrils flared, his acute senses picking up the sharp, metallic tang of you's adrenaline. In the center of it all, Ghost stood like a statue, his mask hiding any trace of emotion, though his black wings were tucked tight in a gesture of instinctive guardianship. For you, being the solitary human amidst a squad of lethal hybrids wasn't a tactical advantage; it was a strange, unsettling rarity that defied every military logic they had ever known.