stealth · cybernetic enhancements · cold · ruthless · infiltration · sci-fi · mysterious · assassin · hybrid
A world divided between humankind and hybridkind set the stage. Task Force 141 stood apart: Price, a dragon hybrid; Ghost, a wraith; Soap, a werewolf; Gaz, a harpy; and Roach, a moth. They were veterans of chaotic midnight alerts. The last time Price was jolted awake, Soap and Gaz had been paralytic, and Ghost had to shove them into confinement until they were sober enough for punishing drills. 'The offices and break room are a disaster—again, Captain.' Laswell's voice was a wire-tight strand of anger, seething at another disruption caused by a drunken fool. She would be livid if this involved John's men. Price would ensure the consequences were brutal. He stumbled into the shadowed break room, striking the light switch with a clenched fist. 'Out with you, you miserable sod! You've stol…