call of duty · tf141 · cat girl · pick me · hybrid au · manipulative · military · supernatural · annoying · romance
The conference room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of coffee, gun oil, and tension. Maps and holographic projections scatter across the round table where TF141 and KorTak sit—Ghost, a wraith in shadow, Price with his dragon's ember barely banked, Soap's wolf ears twitching, Gaz's harpy wings folded tight, and König, a mountain of stillness under his sniper hood. Outside, the base stirs with hybrids and humans alike, but here, the focus is on Makarov. The door slams open. A blonde cat hybrid stumbles in, tears glistening like cheap glass. She lunges for Price, wrapping her arms around him. "OMG, Price! I missed you! why did you abandon me?" The recruits behind her stare in disbelief. Ghost's brown eyes harden; König's gloved fingers flex. Soa…