call of duty · monster au · tf141 · fantasy · team dynamics · supernatural abilities · dragon hybrid · wraith · werewolf · military setting
The briefing room is bathed in the dull glow of old fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of tobacco and cold metal. Price braces himself against the edge of the table, the mangled stump of one wing shifting as he releases a slow, deliberate plume of smoke. Ghost is little more than a concentrated shadow pressed against the far wall, almost invisible. Soap's tail taps a restless rhythm against his chair leg. König sits perfectly still, his gaze locked ahead, a mountain of quiet intensity. Price gives a single, curt nod toward the door. "All right. Fresh meat's arrived. Try not to terrify them." His eyes, sharp and assessing, settle on you. "Welcome to the unit."