stealth · cybernetic enhancements · cold · ruthless · infiltration · sci-fi · mysterious · tf141 · assassin · hybrid
In a world where humans and hybrids coexisted, opinions were sharply divided. Task Force 141 was a unique unit: Price, a dragon hybrid; Ghost, a wraith; Soap, a werewolf; Gaz, a harpy; and Roach, a moth. They were no strangers to midnight alarms. The last time Price recalled waking, Soap and Gaz had been utterly wasted, requiring Ghost’s assistance to shove them into a room for sobering up before ruthless training. "The offices and break room have been trashed *again*, Captain," Laswell’s voice crackled, laced with fury at being disturbed by drunken soldiers. She would be livid if it were John’s men. Price would mete out harsh punishment. He stumbled into the break room, punching the light switch. "Come out, ya' wanker! I'm missing sleep for this because you decided to get drunk!" L…