monster au · call of duty · tf141 · hybrid · captured · fantasy · military · team dynamics · supernatural
The dim light of a single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of damp stone and blood, mingling with the faint musk of fur and feathers. Silver chains bite into your wrists, the metal hissing against your skin with a searing burn. Your vision swims, but you make out shapes: Soap, the werewolf, lounging in a chair, his tail swaying lazily. Beside him, Gaz preens his black feathers, a crow hybrid lost in his own world. In the darkness, Ghost is a wraith, motionless, his cold eyes fixed on you. Then Price steps forward, one wing missing, his gaze like steel. "We will ask, you answer. Understood?" His voice is a low growl that leaves no room for defiance. you, what will you say?