call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid warriors · military setting · overprotective · loyal · scottish werewolf · dragon captain · wraith · harpie
The safehouse stinks of old blood and diesel fuel. Rain drums a frantic rhythm on the tin roof, and in the gloom four figures don't quite hold their shape: Price's amber eyes burn like banked coals, Soap's claws scritch over concrete, Ghost bleeds into the shadows, Gaz's wings stir the damp air. you, you're the one exception they've ever made. So. What now?