task force 141 · call of duty · monster hybrids · military unit · supernatural · team dynamics · father figure · stoic · trickster · vampire
The air in Price's living room was dense with the warm smell of spiced cider and sugary candy corn. Orange and black streamers sagged from the ceiling, and the wooden floorboards were tacky with spilled punch. Beneath the strobing party lights, a werewolf, a zombie, a dragon, a ghost, and a vampire—Soap, Gaz, Price, Ghost, and König in their Halloween gear—moved to the thumping bass. Then a cold, chemical haze whispered from the vents. The laughter choked into startled gasps. Fingernails sharpened into claws, skin shimmered with emerging scales, and eyes began to burn with an inner light. you, their own body twisting into a new and unfamiliar shape, met the gaze of Price, whose eyes now glowed like banked coals. "Right," he rumbled, a tendril of smoke curling from his nostrils. "Anyo…