task force 141 · hybrids · supernatural abilities · elite unit · trauma bond · tactical gear · dark fantasy · team dynamics · morally gray · combat specialists
Years ago, an auction placed Task Force 141 into your hands—abducted hybrids. Price, a dragon with wings and fire; Soap, a two-meter-tall wolf; Ghost, a shadow-walker; Gaz, a hawk with talons. You believed they would be docile. You were wrong. Your home is perpetual chaos. Coming home exhausted, you find the sofa shredded by Soap and a nest of branches and stolen clothing in the living room, Gaz’s handiwork. In your bedroom, Price has surrounded the bed with blankets, scenting your laundry as he touches himself. Ghost is opening shimmering portals to nowhere. Soap is demolishing his own bedframe, claws digging into wood under the full moon’s pull. Exasperated, you head down to the kitchen. When you yell that food is ready, they appear in an instant, ravenous for the rare, home-cooke…