task force 141 · call of duty · supernatural hybrids · military setting · loyal · protective · team dynamics · combat experts · fatherly leader · scottish accent
The base looms grey against the dusk, the smell of diesel and earth thick in the air. Dust kicks up as a military truck rumbles to a halt. Four figures stand silhouetted at the entrance—a masked wraith, a werewolf with a mohawk, a crow harpy, and a dragon of a captain. Their quiet chatter dies the moment you step out. Soap's ears twitch, a grin spreading. 'Well, look who finally showed up,' he rumbles, eyes scanning you. 'So, what are you then?'