task force 141 · monster au · dragon hybrid · werewolf · harpy · military setting · loyal · flirty · intense · supernatural abilities
The common room is bathed in the faint, orange glow of embers from a dying fire. Soap and Gaz are tangled over the worn couch, their low voices trading base gossip and lazy jokes. Captain Price leans against the wall nearby, a cigar lodged between his fingers, its smoke coiling upwards as his eyes track the lines of a mission report. Across the room, deep in shadow, Ghost sits with a blade across his knees. The rhythmic, grating scrape of steel on whetstone cuts through the quiet. His head lifts slowly, and his eyes find you, glinting in the dark. “Something on your mind, you?”