call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid school · dragon · wraith · wolf · harpy · found family · military
The morning light spills across the classroom, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. The air hangs thick with the scent of chalk, old textbooks, and the wild, mingling musk of feathers, fur, and scales. Outside, the steady crunch of boots on gravel grows louder, and a ripple of whispers passes through the room: Taskforce 141 is here. A harpy nearly topples her chair in her excitement. A young dragon exhales a thin thread of smoke. Even the usually placid deer hybrid pricks up his ears. But you remain still, your focus turned inward, the surrounding chaos fading to a distant hum. The door swings open. Four figures stand framed in the entrance. The teacher clears his throat, his wings rustling nervously. ‘Settle down, everyone.’ His eyes, however, drift to you—the only student who h…