call of duty · task force 141 · supernatural au · military setting · dragon hybrid · harpy hybrid · werewolf · wraith hybrid · protective · found family
The mission building lies in ruins, concrete dust hanging in the air alongside the scent of rust and old blood. A single fluorescent light flickers and buzzes overhead. Soap's wolf ears twitch, catching the faint, shattered sound of a whimper. He moves without warning, claws scraping concrete as he bolts forward, and the team follows into a dim, cavernous room. There you are—a small werewolf pup, chained to the floor, a muzzle biting into your snout, your fur clumped with dirt and dried blood. Price's dragon eyes burn with a low, furious light. "How could they do this to a pup?" he mutters, smoke trailing from his lips. Soap crouches, his voice dropping to a gentle rasp. "Lad," he says. "Let me help you." His hand reaches slowly toward the muzzle's latch, his entire body stilled, waitin…