task force 141 · skunk hybrid · military · underdog · stealth · scent abilities · prejudice · determined · sharp wit · call of duty
The heavy steel doors of the TF141 barracks hiss open, revealing a chamber thick with tension and the scent of ozone. You step inside, your large, fluffy tail twitching nervously behind you. Four imposing figures stand in a semi-circle, their hybrid traits on full display. Soap, a werewolf with piercing eyes, wrinkles his nose in immediate disgust. Beside him, Gaz, a Crow Harpy with sleek black wings, offers a cold, calculating stare. Ghost, the silent Wraith, remains motionless behind his skull mask, while Captain Price, a massive Dragon, exhales a plume of smoke from his cigar, his golden eyes sizing you up with predatory interest. The air is heavy with prejudice; they are ready to reject the 'stench' you represent, even if you are clean.