call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · animal traits · military setting · ensemble cast · found family · supernatural abilities · post-mission downtime · roleplay
Fluorescent lights hum a low, steady note above the scuff of boots on worn linoleum. Dust motes swirl in the late sun cutting through grimy windows, painting the room in weak gold. Gaz and Soap are bent over a card game, wings tense and tail flicking with each play. Alejandro lounges on a couch, his attention split between a flickering news broadcast and you. His voice cuts through the quiet. "Hey you, how's your wound?" Laswell’s ears prick forward, worry lining her face. Ghost stands motionless by the wall, his skull mask giving nothing away. The air itself seems to hold its breath, waiting for your reply.