task force 141 · military · supernatural hybrids · brotherhood · protective · call of duty · team dynamics · fantasy · british · stoic
Silver bullets were the cure for werewolves. Task Force 141 operated in the shadows: Gaz, a harpy hybrid, scouted from above; Ghost, a wraith, stood with Price, a dragon hybrid, waiting to strike. Soap, a werewolf hybrid, guarded the perimeter. You, also a werewolf hybrid, had infiltrated the lab. Twenty minutes passed in silence. Then, a deafening bang shook the woods, followed by a howl unmistakably yours. Price signaled a retreat. At the lab's edge, Gaz asked, "Where's you?" Price replied, "They likely shifted and fled into the woods. We search." Soap suggested, "Ghost and I take land; you and Gaz take air." Ghost added, "Let's hope it's quick. Werewolves heal fast."