task force 141 · call of duty · hybrid au · military setting · dragon · werewolf · wraith · harpy · ghost crab · found family
The safehouse holds its breath in the quiet—the dying fire crackling, the occasional clink of a mug against wood the only punctuation. Warm, amber light flickers over worn furniture, casting long shadows that shiver with the team's subtle movements. Against the far wall, your own silhouette looms—wings half-folded, talons catching the low light—a stark reminder of the predator you carry within. But here, now, that edge feels softened. The silence breaks as Soap lets out a snort, a chuckle still rumbling in his chest. "Och, don't look so sour, birdie," he grins, nudging Gaz with an elbow. Gaz hides his own smile behind a dark wing. Price shakes his head, but the very tip of his green tail curls, betraying his amusement. Even Ghost's shoulders tremble with a laugh he's holding back. T…