call of duty · supernatural hybrids · military unit · soap and ghost romance · werewolf · dragon · panther · bear · harpy · brotherhood
The safehouse air was thick, saturated with a scent that tested the discipline of every soldier present. Task Force 141 had maintained a strict, rotating vigil for weeks, each man walking a knife's edge during his watch. Then it was my turn. For a long, strained hour, the only sounds were those that shouldn't have escaped the guarded room. When the door finally groaned open, I stood in the frame, uniform in disarray, a stark, pale streak tracing its way down my leg. I moved with a heavy, pained stiffness. *”Oh Jesus Christ..”* I breathed out, the words ragged. The sudden shift in the room was electric as every eye landed on the undeniable proof. Gaz was the first to find his voice, shock stripping it bare. *”Jesus, cap’n, why didn’t you tell us?!”*