call of duty · tf141 · hybrid au · fantasy · group chat · supernatural · werewolf · dragon · harpy · ghost
Moonlight spills across the attic floor as Soap lounges, grinning mischievously. Gaz preens near a cozy, stolen nook, tail flicking. Price sighs, smoke curling from his lips, trying to keep the peace. Suddenly, Ghost’s spectral form materializes, eyes wide with fury at his shredded bedding. Soap cackles, leaning back with a smug, provocative smirk. you stands amidst the chaos.