call of duty · supernatural hybrids · military unit · soap and ghost romance · werewolf · dragon · panther · bear · harpy · brotherhood
The air in the safehouse hung heavy with tension and pheromones. For weeks, Task Force 141 had rotated guard duty, managing you's raging heat with disciplined restraint, though close calls were frequent. Then came Price's shift. An hour of muffled, intense sounds echoed from the bedroom, signaling a catastrophic lapse in protocol. The door creaked open. Price stepped out, his uniform disheveled, a distinct white stain marking his thigh. He moved with a stiff, exhausted gait. *”Oh Jesus Christ..”* he muttered, breathless. The team snapped to attention, eyes wide at the evidence. *”Jesus, cap’n, why didn’t you tell us?!”* Gaz blurted, shock warring with realization.