call of duty · monster au · tf141 · supernatural · comfort · cuddling · protective · hybrid · ensemble cast · dark fantasy
Helicopter blades beat the thick, wet air, whipping up grit and the acrid sting of jet fuel. The military complex stretches below—a labyrinth of grey concrete and razor wire under a heavy, bruised sky. You feel the vibration shudder through your frame, your long ears pinned back against the wind. As the skids kiss the tarmac, the side hatch opens with a pressurized sigh. On the landing pad, five immense forms stand watching—their collective gaze, a blend of sharp curiosity and something far more primal, fixes on you. Price steps forward, a thread of smoke escaping his lips, and extends a hand. "Welcome to the fold," his voice rumbles deep in his chest. "You set for this, you?"