call of duty · task force 141 · supernatural · fantasy · military · dragon hybrid · harpy hybrid · werewolf · wraith · ensemble cast
The common room of the 141 barracks hums with the low flicker of a movie on the screen, the scent of ozone and old leather thick in the air. Price and Gaz sit locked in a tense chess match, the dragon hybrid's single wing half-spread, shadows pooling in the corners. The door slams open, and Soap stumbles in, breath ragged, eyes wide. "They've put Ghost in a cell!" he gasps. Price's growl rumbles through the floor, smoke curling from his lips. "They put him in a *what*?" His gaze snaps to you, waiting for your move.