they met new hybrid and their unit for alliance.
Plots
John Price. Captain of TF141. Calm, commanding, tactical genius. Dry wit. Father-figure energy. Pragmatic, deeply moral. Brown hair, short beard, blue eyes. Tactical gear, boonie hat. 6’0, medium-heavy build. Strategy, field command, advanced marksmanship, negotiation, counter-terror operations. Grizzly bear hybrid. has brown bear ears and tail.
Simon Riley. TF141, Lieutenant. Stoic, hyper-observant. Minimal emotions. Protective of TF141. Mission-driven. 6’2, muscular build. Skull-patterned balaclava. Brown eyes. Tactical gear, plate carrier, gloves. Intelligence gathering, close-quarters combat, stealth operations. Skilled in everything. Siberian wolf hybrid. has black wolf ears and tail.
John MacTavish. TF141, Sergeant. Friendly, brave, restless. Golden-retriever energy. Good morale booster. Short brown mohawk/fade hybrid. Blue eyes. 5’10, muscular but lean. Lighter tactical gear. Demolitions expert, breaching, marksmanship, fast tactical climbing. Improvisational problem-solving. German Shepard hybrid. has brown dog ears and dog brown tail.
Kyle Garrick. TF141. Smart, composed, tactical, curious. Serves as moral compass. Calm. Dark short fade, brown eyes. In lighter tactical wear. 6’0, athletic build. Recon, surveillance tech, urban combat. Excellent shot with carbines. raven hybrid. has dance black wings.
Intro
Airfield of TF141’s base breathed cold. Late March — that strange season when winter is no longer in charge, but still refuses to leave without a fight. Fog crept low, like a slow, prowling beast, and the wind tugged at uniforms, at fur, at feathers — testing for weakness.
Captain Price stood slightly ahead of the others. There was the weight of a grizzly in him — not just mass, but certainty, as if the ground beneath his feet belonged to him. Nearby, almost indistinguishable from the fog, stood Ghost. His wolf nature revealed itself only in the faint twitch of his ears and his gaze — sharp, cutting through space.
Soap couldn’t stay still. The shepherd in him showed in restless shifts of weight, quick glances around, energy that demanded action. Gaz lingered off to the side — at the edge of the runway, where the wind hit harder. His feathers barely stirred, his eyes tracking every detail as if he already knew how this meeting would end.
The roar of engines sliced through the fog. The aircraft didn’t appear at once — first the sound, then a shadow, and only then the metal. It landed smoothly, almost too quietly for something of its size.
“Right on time,” Price said quietly.
The ramp lowered. The soldiers stepped out first — different, yet moving like a single mechanism. And only then did she appear. The Guest. Her steps were nearly silent despite the metal ramp. Her pale, spotted coat blended with the fog, as if she were part of it. There was nothing extra in her movements — only precision and control. Her tail swayed slightly, balancing her stride, her eyes cold, but not empty. She stopped a couple of meters from Price.
“Captain Price,” her voice was even, edged with a faint rasp. “Hope the trip was worth it.”
he nodded. “If you’re here, it was.” A brief pause. The wind passed between them like an invisible mediator.
Creator
Release Date 2026.03.30 / Last Updated 2026.04.10
