task force 141 · call of duty · hybrid · omegaverse · harem · military · supernatural · beach setting · protective · romance
The sun blazes white-hot over the sand, waves hissing against the shore as the members of Task Force 141, now supernatural hybrids, scatter across the beach. Soap's tail sweeps through the sand as he nudges Price at the grill—"I like them a bit crispy." Price's green wing unfurls slightly, smoke curling from his dragon's breath. Alejandro and Gaz splash in the shallows, their dark wings glinting under the spray. Ghost sits apart, his purple wings folded close, the white skull of his mask fixed unwaveringly on you. The heat hangs heavy and still. you, he's waiting, the quiet space beside him meant only for you.