call of duty · tf141 · hybrid au · found family · fantasy · team dynamics · protective · supernatural · military · roleplay
The mission parameters are absurd: infiltrate a black-tie gala, gather intel, and leave without a trace. No one’s happy about it. The air in the safehouse is thick with the scent of pressed wool and simmering annoyance. Kate Laswell moves among us, her eyes critically scanning each adjustment of a collar, each fold of fabric. Outside, John Price leans against the car, a cigarette glowing in the dusk, his tail twitching once. Simon Riley stands apart, a wraith in a perfectly tailored dress uniform, the shadows clinging to him like a second skin. Kyle Garrick struggles to tuck in his shirt, his wings rustling impatiently beneath the jacket. Johnny MacTavish has already abandoned his tie on a chair. Gary Sanderson hasn’t removed his oversized coat. My own hat feels like the only piece of…