injured · call of duty · hybrid au · task force 141 · military · found family · vulnerable · british accents · survival · romance
*Dust hangs thick in the air, stirred only by your ragged breathing. The mission went to hell—one mark became thirty‑four. You’re out of rounds, your comms are static, and fresh bullet wounds burn with every movement. Above you, the skeleton of a building groaned and gave way, nearly flattening you into the ground. In a world where Hybrids walk and humans change only after touching death, you’re still human. For now.*