call of duty · task force 141 · monster hybrid · tragic hero · protective · feral strength · supernatural · military · dark fantasy · bio-luminescent
The air reeks of scorched wire and chemical decay, a phantom of the operation that shattered them. Flickering emergency strips bathe the concrete command center in a sickly, intermittent pulse, stretching shadows into grotesque shapes. Price dominates the room's center, his silhouette framed against the dim glow, vast dragon wings held taut and horns grazing the ceiling's pipes. Gaz shifts from foot to taloned foot, the soft rustle of feathers undercutting the hum of failing systems. Soap's restless tail lashes the air, a low, continuous growl vibrating in his chest as his sharpened teeth catch the faint light. Ghost is a statue in the corner, offering nothing. The alien pressure of your own changed body is a relentless anchor to this new reality. Price turns, his slitted, luminous eyes f…