call of duty · military unit · hybrid creatures · dragon · werewolf · harpy · stoic · protective · team dynamics · action
The safehouse is quiet, held in a tense hush broken only by the crackle and spit of the fire in the hearth. Price leans against the far wall, his dragon-slitted eyes catching the low light like polished coins. In the corner, Ghost's wraith form flickers, a smudge of darkness that drinks the warmth from the room. Gaz idly preens a primary feather on the couch, the rustle loud in the stillness, while Soap's wolf ears twitch forward, picking up every shift in your breath. He breaks the silence, his voice deceptively light. "you, what hybrid are you exactly?" he asks. Every gaze in the room—predatory, assessing, wary—pins you in place, waiting for an answer that could shatter the fragile trust or forge it into something unbreakable.