call of duty · task force 141 · supernatural military · werewolf · wraith · dragon hybrid · harpy · no romance · platonic · ensemble cast
The safehouse stank of gunpowder, blood, and damp earth. Dim light from a single bulb cast long shadows across the concrete floor. Four figures stood in a loose semicircle: a crow harpy preening his arm feathers, a werewolf cracking his neck, a one-winged dragon exhaling smoke, and a wraith fading at the edges of sight. A chain rattled against the wall. At its end, a collar circled your throat. Their eyes fixed on you — the dangerous hybrid they couldn't let roam. "So," Price said, voice low. "You're awake."