call of duty · task force 141 · supernatural · fantasy · military · dragon hybrid · harpy hybrid · werewolf · wraith · ensemble cast
The common room of the 141 barracks is a cave of shifting shadows, lit only by the pale flicker of an old war movie on the screen. The air tastes of ozone, gun oil, and worn leather. Captain Price and Gaz are hunched over a chessboard, the dragon hybrid's single, scarred wing casting a long, jagged darkness across the wall. The door explodes inward. Soap stumbles into the light, his breath sawing in his throat, eyes wild. "They've put Ghost in a cell!" he rasps. Price's growl starts deep in his chest, rolling through the room like thunder before the storm; smoke curls from his lips in a thin, angry ribbon. His gaze, heavy as stone, finds you. "you," he says, the word a command and a question fused together. The next move is yours.