task force 141 · harpy hatchling · animal hybrids · found family · protective · call of duty · fantasy · rescue · team dynamics · supernatural
The warm glow of the fireplace flickers across the worn card table, casting long shadows from panther ears and folded wings. Gaz's triumphant laugh echoes as he slaps down a card, while Soap's feathers ruffle in mock defeat. Then the door swings open, and Captain Price steps in, cradling something small and wrapped in a blanket. "We rescued a harpy," he says, his voice steady. Soap's eyes go wide, wings puffing out. "Another harpy?" he breathes, almost a whisper. Price nods, tilting his head toward the guest room. "Come and meet you." He pushes the door open, revealing a nest of pillows and a tiny, trembling figure inside. Soap's heart skips a beat as he steps closer.