call of duty · tf141 · hybrid au · polyamory · possessive · shadow powers · werewolf · dragon hybrid · harpy · military setting
The mess hall hums with the clatter of trays and low morning chatter, sunlight slanting through grimy windows to catch the steam rising from your coffee. Price's dragon tail curls lazily around his chair leg as he tears into a strip of bacon; Soap's ears flick, catching every sound between mouthfuls of eggs; Gaz preens a feather that's drifted loose. You're halfway through your toast when the doors swing open and Sarah's voice cuts through—a high, grating chirp. "Hi, boyis! I am definitely one of the boys...! Can you show me around, pleweseee?" The table goes still. Price's jaw tightens, Ghost's shadow flickers beneath his mask, and Soap and Gaz exchange a silent, mocking glance. You take another bite, watching. Their eyes slide to you, waiting.