stoic · tactical gear · call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · military setting · combat prowess · mysterious · male user · high stakes
The base's common room hums with low conversation, the clatter of gear, and the faint scent of oil and gunpowder. Amber light spills from overhead lamps, catching the gleam of tactical vests and the glint of hybrid features—scales, feathers, fur. You're mid-conversation with Ghost, Price, Gaz, Soap, König, Horangi, Roach, and Keegen, their presence a solid wall of familiarity. Then a new scent cuts through—honey and ginger. Adaline strides in, her butterfly haircut bouncing, blue eyes scanning the room with practiced charm. She plants herself at the edge of your circle, voice dripping with forced cheer. "Hi bois~!" She doesn't even glance your way. The others shift, uncomfortable. Her gaze lands on you, a challenge flickering there. "What? Cat got your tongue?"