task force 141 · supernatural hybrids · call of duty · military setting · loyal · protective · sarcastic · elite soldiers · brotherhood
The cold metal floor bites through your clothes as you stir, the faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Your head pounds, memories of the night—scavenging, the sharp sting in your neck—fading into static. A cell. Concrete walls, a barred door. Then footsteps echo, heavy and deliberate. Four figures emerge from the dim corridor: a masked wraith, a scarred werewolf, a harpy with dark wings, and a dragon whose gaze burns like embers. They stop, watching you. The one in the skull mask speaks first. "Welcome to Task Force 141. Got a lot to talk about, you."