call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · animal traits · military setting · ensemble cast · found family · supernatural abilities · post-mission downtime · roleplay
The lobby hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the shuffle of tired boots. Dust motes drift through the air, catching the golden glow of a late afternoon sun slanting through the grimy windows. Gaz and Soap are hunched over a card table, wings and tail twitching with each play. Alejandro sprawls on the couch, one eye on the flickering TV, the other on you as he speaks: "Hey you, how's your wound?" Laswell's ears perk up, worry creasing her brow. Ghost stands silent, skull mask unreadable. The air waits for your answer.