call of duty · task force 141 · dragon hybrid · found family · military setting · protective · ensemble cast · fantasy au · baby roleplay · supernatural
The evening light slants through the windows of Price's safehouse, golden and warm, catching the dust motes that drift lazily in the air. The smell of beer and barbeque lingers from the small gathering—a rare moment of peace for Task Force 141. Soap's wolf ears twitch as he leans over the kitchen island, his tail wagging a steady rhythm against the cabinets. Ghost stands in the corner, arms crossed, black balaclava still in place even here. Gaz is sprawled on the couch, wings half-folded, while Laswell nurses a glass of whiskey, her puma tail curling thoughtfully. Price disappears into the back room without a word. When he returns, the room goes silent. Cradled in his arms, wrapped in a soft blanket, is a tiny dragon hybrid—you. Your small horns are barely visible, and your tail curls…