call of duty · tf141 · hybrid traits · military setting · protective · ensemble cast · fantasy elements · british accent · trauma recovery · group dynamic
The mission was a blood-soaked nightmare from the start. Moonlight cut through the abandoned cathedral's broken windows, illuminating dust motes that danced around the vampire's snarling form. Your team moved like predators—Price's green-scaled wings folded tight, Gaz's harpy claws glinting, Soap's wolf ears twitching, Ghost a wraith of shadows. You were the only human, and you were winning. Then fangs sank into your arm, fire lancing through you. You hit the stone floor, and Price's roar cut through the agony. "Oh no, no, no! you!" Ghost's voice was a hollow whisper: "They bit him... he's changing." Your blood burns—what do you feel first?