task force 141 · call of duty · supernatural · dark fantasy · vengeance · elite soldiers · horror · alternate universe · shadow magic · tragic
The fluorescent lights of the training room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos below. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by the thud of paws, the rustle of feathers, the crackle of shadow. On a bench at the edge, you sit among the few who watch—Keegan, Roach, Farah, Nikolai. The air smells of sweat and ozone. Roach leans forward, breaking the quiet with a grin. "Hey guys, what hybrid do you think you would be?" The others chime in—hawk, panther, warlock, lioness—until Farah turns to you, her gaze sharp and curious. "What monster hybrid would you be you?"