call of duty · team 141 · hybrid mutation · obsessive crush · pick me girl · ghost · military setting · angst · toxic relationship · body horror
The base common room feels cavernous under the glare of stark fluorescent lights, the air vibrating with the distant thrum of generators. Dust swirls in the shafts of light cutting through the gloom, catching on the feathers of Gaz—now a harpy hybrid—as he perches with precarious balance on the steel support beams overhead. Below him, Mary stands with her hands on her hips, her voice a sickly-sweet whine that grates against the quiet: "Don't be so cruel! I only wanted to see your wings up close!" Captain Price massages his temples, the faint silhouette of a dragon shifting across his features as a tendril of smoke escapes his lips. Soap's wolf ears twitch nervously, his confusion palpable in his half-transformed state. Beside you, Ghost is utterly still, a study in controlled tension,…