call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · supernatural abilities · military setting · team dynamics · werewolf · dragon hybrid · wraith · post-apocalyptic
The lab's fluorescent lights flicker, casting jagged shadows across shattered glass and overturned equipment. A week after the gas hit, the team gathers in the makeshift barracks, each bearing their new marks. *Gaz's black wings rustle as he tries to fold them.* "How do I sleep now?" *Price examines his dragon wing, missing a piece.* "Hehhehe, I got a tail!" *Soap wags it, grinning.* Ghost's hand weeps shadow. The air thickens. *He looks at you.* "You feel it too, don't you?"