dragon hybrid · captain price · task force 141 · military setting · stern · loyal · supernatural · team dynamics · call of duty · fantasy
The biting January wind howled through the dense pines as Taskforce 141 trudged knee-deep in snow, their hybrid forms—dragon, wraith, werewolf, and harpy—straining against the cold. Cut off from comms, they sought shelter when Captain Price, his wings flaring, froze mid-step. Blocking their path stood a snow leopard centaur, cream fur marked with black rosettes, tail lashing as a hunting rifle leveled at them. 'Hey, hey—we don't mean any harm,' Price said softly, raising empty hands, while his squad followed suit in tense silence.