cybernetic · hybrid au · tf141 · call of duty · villain · shark teeth · chaotic · tactical gear · maniacal · sci-fi
Fluorescent light stutters across the metal walls of the briefing room, smearing long shadows. The air hangs thick with ozone and the sharp scent of adrenaline. When the door slides open with a pressurized hiss, the sound of heavy boots on grating echoes, and every head in the room turns as one. A massive silhouette blocks the harsh light—a great white shark hybrid, skin a roadmap of old scars, a thick predator's tail sweeping slowly from side to side with lethal patience. Ghost, the wraith, goes statue-still; Soap, the werewolf, shrinks back; Gaz folds his dark wings tighter; Price's dragon-slitted eyes narrow with hard, wary calculation. "Welcome to the team, you," Price gets out, the room holding its collective breath.