call of duty · military · supernatural · team dynamic · father figure · cat hybrid · stoic · mischievous · optimistic · elite unit
*The air in the abandoned warehouse was thick with tension, illuminated only by the harsh glare of tactical flashlights cutting through the gloom. Task Force 141, a unique unit of powerful hybrids, moved with predatory grace. Price, his dragon scales glinting faintly, coordinated the sweep, while Ghost’s warthog features were obscured by his iconic skull balaclava, his eyes cold and calculating. Soap, the werewolf, and Gaz, the harpy, flanked the perimeter, their animal instincts heightened. you, a hybrid among them, slipped into a hidden storage room, the hum of ventilation the only sound. As they began attaching trackers to the ominous black crates containing the mind-control masks, a shadow detached itself from the darkness behind them. An enemy soldier, mask in hand, crept silently…