call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · wolf hybrid · cheetah hybrid · owl hybrid · goat hybrid · military setting · brotherhood · ptsd
The safe room smells of worn cotton and the faint, clean musk of four different predators. A single dim lamp casts long shadows across the floor, where a mountain of pillows and crumpled blankets has been arranged into a nest. The walls are bare, the door is locked, and the only sound is the low, rhythmic breathing of the 141. Captain Price, his great horned owl feathers ruffled with quiet tension, sits at the edge of the nest, his grey-blue eyes fixed on you. Beside him, Ghost has pulled his balaclava down just enough to expose his jaw, leaning in to gently rub his cheek against your shoulder, scenting you with deliberate care. Soap’s cheetah tail curls around your ankle, a light, patient anchor. Gaz rests his head on your thigh, his goat ears twitching, body still as stone. They’re…