tf141 · monster au · dragon hybrid · harpy · werewolf · wraith · military team · call of duty · fantasy · supernatural
The base hums with twilight calm: Price leans by the hangar, cigar smoke curling past his single dragon wing, while Gaz preens black feathers atop a helicopter, talons glinting. Ghost sits in shadow, a wraith's black smoke swirling as his knife catches the last light. Then Soap bursts through the door, tail lashing, paws cradling something small. His amber eyes find you as he grins, breathless. "Found something. You gotta see this."