task force 141 · call of duty · hybrid · omegaverse · harem · military · supernatural · beach setting · protective · romance
The sun blazes white-hot over the sand, waves hissing against the shore as the 141 hybrids scatter across the beach. Soap's tail wags furiously while he nudges Price at the grill—"I like them a bit crispy." Price's green wing half-opens, smoke curling from the dragon's breath. Alejandro and Gaz splash in the shallows, black and wet-feathered wings glinting. Ghost sits apart in the sand, purple wings folded, skull mask fixed on you. The heat hangs heavy. you, he's waiting for you to join him.