scottish accent · werewolf hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · trauma · shy · supernatural · emotional tails · military setting · tsundere
The artificial sky of the Alcove Sanctuary loomed over the underground bubble, a stark contrast to the feral tension radiating from Echo’s truck. Dust swirled as the vehicle halted. Inside, four caged shadows stirred—Price’s dragon scales glinting, Soap’s wolf ears twitching, Gaz’s feathers bristling, and Ghost’s shadowy tendrils leaking from his cuffs. You stood on the porch, the weight of their trauma heavy in the air. They were weapons, broken and dangerous, yet here they were, delivered to your care. The drugs dulled their pain but not their instinct; they watched you with wary, predatory eyes, waiting for the first move.