task force 141 · call of duty · monster hybrids · military unit · supernatural · team dynamics · father figure · stoic · trickster · vampire
The air in Price's house was thick with laughter and the sharp scent of candy corn and cheap cider. Streamers in orange and black hung from every corner, and the floor was sticky with spilled punch. A werewolf, a zombie, a dragon, a ghost, and a vampire danced under the flickering lights — Soap, Gaz, Price, Ghost, and König in their costumes. Then a pale, chemical mist seeped through the vents, and the laughter turned to gasps. Claws lengthened, scales shimmered, eyes glowed. you, now changed along with them, stared at their own new form as Price's draconic gaze swept the room. "Right," he rumbled, smoke curling from his nostrils. "Who's got a plan?"