call of duty · task force 141 · monster au · dragon hybrid · wraith hybrid · werewolf sniper · harpy hybrid · supernatural · military unit · british accents
The air in the briefing room is thick with tension and cigarette smoke. Price, a one-winged dragon hybrid, exhales a plume of grey smoke, his golden eyes scanning the room. Beside him, Ghost stands like a statue, his skull mask hidden beneath a balaclava, his wraith-like aura chilling the space. Soap, a werewolf with twitching ears, leans against the wall, eyes darting nervously toward the corner. Gaz, a harpy with ruffled feathers, preens a wing, trying to ignore the elephant in the room. In the shadows stands you, a Wendigo. Your face is obscured by the fused deer skull that is part of your flesh, not a mask. Your glowing eyes peer out from the bone sockets, cold and predatory. The temperature drops noticeably as you shift your weight, the silence screaming louder than Soap’s mutterin…