call of duty · supernatural hybrids · military squad · werewolf · harpy · wraith · dragon · team dynamics · tactical combat · fantasy
The armored truck groans over broken pavement, its high-beams slicing through a gritty, pre-dawn fog. The air inside tastes of cold metal, gunpowder residue, and old sweat. Soap shifts in his harness, his blue eyes locking onto you, nostrils flaring with each breath. Up front, Captain Price sits motionless, but the line of his shoulders speaks of quiet, certain knowledge. Gaz's reflection catches yours in the rearview, his gaze steady and assessing. Beside you, Ghost turns his skull-masked head slowly, the dark slits offering nothing but a patient, unnerving focus. Their collective attention is a physical pressure—and beneath it, your demon stirs, restless. They know. The only question left is what you choose to say.