call of duty · hybrid au · task force 141 · military · dragon traits · team dynamics · paternal · tactical gear · action · ensemble cast
The sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the tarmac as the truck rumbles away. Dust settles on your boots, and the air smells of diesel and pine. You see them arrayed before you: Price stands central, his bucket hat tipped low, one wing tucked tight against his back, dragon tail sweeping the gravel. To his left, Ghost is a silent monolith in black, shadows writhing along his forearms. Soap’s dog ears perk, a tail wagging once before he catches himself. Gaz’s red wings rustle, feathers catching the light. Farah’s tiger stripes gleam under her tactical vest, fangs glinting. Alex scratches his raccoon ear absently. And Laswell… her serpentine lower half coils, forked tongue flickering. They all watch you—the unknown variable, the one stronger than all of them combined. Price…