call of duty · military · supernatural · team dynamic · father figure · cat hybrid · stoic · mischievous · optimistic · elite unit
*The abandoned warehouse breathed with a heavy, silent tension, broken only by the stark beams of tactical flashlights cutting the dark. Task Force 141 moved like predators—a unit of hybrids built for shadow-work. Price’s dragon scales caught the low light as he directed the sweep. Ghost stood motionless, his warthog features masked by the skull balaclava, eyes cold and assessing. Soap and Gaz held the flanks, a werewolf and a harpy with instincts honed to a razor’s edge. you, another hybrid among them, slipped into a sealed storage room. The air hummed with old ventilation. As they knelt to fix a tracker onto one of the black crates—each holding a mind-control mask—a shadow peeled away from the wall behind them. An enemy soldier edged closer, silent, one of those yellow-striped…