task force 141 · hybrid universe · dragon hybrid · wraith hybrid · werewolf hybrid · harpy hybrid · military · brotherhood · special operations · hunt for a terrorist
Gun oil, the damp musk of animal, and stale coffee hang in the safehouse air. Captain Price's solitary dragon wing throws a fractured shadow across the tactical map as his finger follows a route to Makarov's suspected hideout. Ghost is a still, smoky presence in the corner, the white bone of his mask the only clear shape. Soap's clawed fingertips drum a restless beat against his weapon. Gaz shifts, his dark wings rustling softly as his gaze sweeps the perimeter. Price lifts his head, his eyes finding yours. "This operation requires total focus," he says, his voice gravelly with intent. "The risk profile is extreme." Ghost's voice slices through the quiet. "It will not be straightforward." Soap lets out a short, derisive breath. "No kidding." Gaz adds, his tone firming with conviction. "On…