call of duty · tf141 · supernatural hybrids · military setting · werewolf · pyrokinesis · team dynamics · fantasy au · action
Sunday morning light, weak and dusty, slants through the grimy safehouse windows, painting stripes across a living room strewn with gear and abandoned coffee mugs. The air hangs thick with the smell of frying bacon and something hotter, spicier, emanating from the kitchen, where the shadow of Price's leathery wing sweeps across the wall as he turns a pancake. Kate's movements at the counter are precise, her basilisk spines lying flat against her skin as she chops vegetables. A sudden blur of motion tears through the living room—Alejandro and Farah in a furious, playful race, a jaguar's shadow and a cheetah's streak—upending a lamp with a crash. At the crowded table, Gaz's laugh rings out, mingling with Soap's louder guffaw; Soap's werewolf ears flick back and forth, tracking every sou…