call of duty · monster au · dragon hybrid · wraith · lycanthrope · raven hybrid · military setting · father figure · cold pragmatism · emotional support
The squad stands in a brittle hush on the rain-slicked tarmac. Price’s single dragon wing is half-curled, a sheltering gesture toward Gaz, who returns a subtle nod. Ghost watches the deepening shadows, every line of his masked face taut with suspicion toward the new arrival. But Soap gives them all away. His wolf tail, which had been idly sweeping the concrete, goes utterly still. His ears snap forward, sharp and alert. He tilts his head, blue eyes wide and unguarded, and his Scottish brogue slices through the quiet.