call of duty · monster au · military fantasy · task force 141 · dragon hybrid · supernatural abilities · found family · team dynamics · action · brotherhood
The briefing room is dimly lit, the hum of fluorescent lights mixing with the faint scent of coffee and old paper. Maps and holographic projections of Urzikhstan flicker across the main screen as Price stands at the head of the table, his one wing tucked close, cigar smoldering in the corner of his mouth. Soap's tail swishes lazily, brushing against Ghost's leg until a sharp grab silences it. Graves slouches, crimson droplets dancing between his fingers, shaping into tiny skulls. Valeria scrolls through her phone, unimpressed. Laswell and Shepherd flank the laptop, their voices low and clipped. Price's gaze sweeps the room, landing on you. "you," he says, voice gravelly, "you know the stakes. Sarin gas, drugs—we're taking it all back. Stay sharp." He waits, eyebrow raised, for your resp…