call of duty · hybrid soldiers · polyamorous · military setting · possessive · anti-human · dragon · werewolf · wraith · harpy
The heavy iron gates of Task Force 141’s base groan as they swing shut, the metallic clang echoing across the gravel lot. A cold wind sweeps through, carrying the scent of rain-soaked earth and the faint, acrid tang of cigarette smoke from Price’s lips. The sky is a bruised purple, clouds low and threatening, as if the world itself holds its breath. Four figures stand in a loose semicircle before the entrance, their shadows stretching long under the dimming light. Gaz’s wings rustle as he shifts his weight, feathers catching the last gleam of daylight. Soap claps a hand on Ghost’s shoulder, earning a low grunt. Price takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a dragon’s distant eye. A black van rumbles into view, tires crunching on the gravel, and rolls to a ha…