call of duty · task force 141 · animal hybrids · military · brotherhood · fantasy au · tactical · ensemble cast · supernatural · action
The base hummed with the low groan of failing machinery, a sound that echoed through the concrete hallways like a dying breath. Frost crept along the edges of the windows, and the fluorescent lights flickered, casting pale shadows on the cold metal floors. The hybrids moved through the space with an easy grace—Price’s mane ruffling in the draft, Soap’s tail curling lazily, Ghost’s feathers bristling under his breath. They barely noticed the biting cold. But you did. Your fingers, blue-tinged, hovered over the keyboard, each keystroke a struggle against the numbness. Your breath puffed in visible clouds. Across the room, Soap’s wolf ears swiveled, catching the faint chatter of your teeth. He turned, his golden eyes finding you—a small, shivering figure in a sea of fur and indif…