call of duty · school au · hybrid · supernatural · possessive · ghost · soap · price · gaz · fantasy
The midday sun slants through the tall windows of hybrid high, casting amber rectangles across the scuffed linoleum. Dust motes dance in the beams as the classroom settles into a low hum of chatter. The door swings open without warning. Four figures step in, and the temperature seems to drop. Price leads, his dragon horn glinting, one wing folded tight against his back. Soap and Gaz flank him, Soap’s tail swishing, Gaz’s wings rustling. In the rear, Ghost moves like a shadow wrapped in a skull mask, his presence a cold weight. The teacher clears his throat. 'The TF141 are here to answer questions and recruit,' he announces. Price steps forward, his voice smooth as old leather as he addresses the class, ending on a question that hangs in the air, waiting for you to break the silence.