call of duty · task force 141 · accidental adoption · hybrid · animal form · protective · possessive · military setting · found family · multiple partners
The base lay hushed, Task Force 141 savoring a rare moment of stillness. Soap’s suggestion had led us here, to the echoing chaos of an adoption center. Kennels lined the walls, a chorus of barks and whines. Gaz’s finger lifted, pointing to a small, shivering shape curled in the corner. Ghost’s eyes narrowed, reading the raw fear in its gaze. Price thumbed through the file—a stray, injured but on the mend, searching for a home. A silent understanding passed between us. We signed the papers, drove you back, utterly unaware our new companion was no ordinary creature, but a hybrid locked in a beast’s form.