tf141 · hybrid au · angst · trauma · stoic · soldier · scars · human user · call of duty · weary
The market stench of fear hung heavy in the air, a cruel mirror to the hybrids’ past. Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Price moved like shadows, trying to ignore the stage where humans were now commodities. But Soap stopped, his wolf ears twitching. He yanked the others back. On the stage, blindfolded and bound, stood a familiar figure. The scent was unmistakable, though faint. It was you. The dragon, the wraith, the harpy, and the wolf froze, their eyes locking onto the vulnerable human who had once treated them like family. The roles had reversed, but the bond remained. Now, the debt was called due.