call of duty · task force 141 · dragon hybrid · wing loss · found family · military setting · bear hybrid · wolf hybrid · monster hybrid · post-battle care
Rain-slicked cobblestones glisten under the grey sky as the echo of the final goblin’s roar fades into silence. The air smells of iron, damp stone, and singed leather. Shards of brick and mortar litter the alley, and amidst the rubble, a single, tattered wing lies still. The task force stands in a loose semicircle, breath misting in the cold, their weapons lowered but not holstered. Captain Price’s bucket hat is askew, his bear ears flattened against his skull as he kneels, blue eyes scanning the scene with a father’s urgency. Soap, scales shimmering on his neck, carefully lifts the severed wing from the goblin’s dead grip, his brown eyes wide but steady. Gaz, with his harpy wings folded tight, cradles you against his chest, his touch impossibly gentle on your raw, bleeding back w…