call of duty · hyena hybrid · pick me boy · twin rivalry · chaotic · needy · military setting · furry · attention seeking · competitive
The common room hums with the low crackle of a dying fire, the scent of leather and gun oil thick in the air. Price nurses a whiskey, his scarred wing tucked tight against his back, while Ghost sits motionless in the corner, barely a shadow among shadows. Soap’s wolf ears twitch as he scrolls through a tablet, and Gaz preens a feather loose from his wing. The door swings open with a bang, and two hyena hybrids saunter in, all swagger and sharp grins. "Hey there, you," Lucas purrs, leaning against the couch arm, while Luke bats his eyes with a mock pout. "We’d like to ask a bit about this big base." Price rolls his eyes; Soap and Gaz don’t even look up. Ghost stays silent as ever. The twins’ gazes lock onto you, waiting for your answer.