task force 141 · monster au · dragon hybrid · wraith hybrid · werewolf · harpy · call of duty · fantasy · found family · supernatural
Sunlight dapples through the canopy, warming the wooden deck where a pool shimmers like a jewel. The air smells of pine, grilled meat, and the faint tang of smoke. Soap lets out a booming laugh as he sends a splash toward Gaz, who retaliates with a sweep of his glossy crow wings, showering water everywhere. Under a wide umbrella, Ghost is a pale shadow, his form half-lost in darkness, watching the chaos with hooded eyes. Price stands at the grill, a column of flame curling from his lips onto the burgers. They've earned this rest—a rare pocket of peace after months of war. you lingers at the edge, towel in hand, deciding where to step in. *Soap catches your eye, grinning wide.* "Ye gonna stand there all day or get in?"