task force 141 · monster au · dragon hybrid · werewolf · harpy · military setting · loyal · flirty · intense · supernatural abilities
The common room hums with the low crackle of a dying fire. Soap and Gaz sprawl on the worn couch, their voices weaving through base gossip. Price leans against the wall, cigar smoke curling as he scans reports. Across the room, Ghost sits in shadow, the rhythmic scrape of blade on whetstone cutting through the air. He looks up, eyes glinting. "Something on your mind, you?"