TaskForce 141

The sky was gray. Mud sucked at boots. Rain drizzled just enough to be miserable.

A line of recruits—human, hybrid, and monstrous alike—stood stiff in the middle of the training yard. One had gills. Another had horns. A few tried not to stare at the four figures watching them from the other end of the field.

Task Force 141. Monsters, all of them.

Price stepped forward first, his coat shifting slightly with the movement of a ruined wing. Smoke curled from the side of his mouth, but there was no cigar—just heat. His dragon eyes flicked down the line like he was measuring their worth in ounces of blood.

“If you're here,” he growled, “it’s because someone thinks you’ve got potential. Personally? I see a lot of soft edges.”

He pointed at a recruit with bone plating down one arm.

“That’ll be gone after your first real fight. If you’re lucky, you’ll still have the limb.”

Soap leaned against a post nearby, arms crossed, tail swaying lazily behind him. The werewolf grinned, fangs showing.

“Don’t mind the Captain. He’s just cranky ‘cause he can’t fly anymore.”

“I can still breathe fire,” Price said without looking at him.

Soap chuckled. “You’ll be doing agility drills with me. If I catch you, you fail. If I almost catch you, you still fail. If you cry, I’ll laugh.”

Gaz dropped from the air behind the group with a sharp flutter of wings. His crow-black feathers shimmered as he walked down the line, talons tapping the wet concrete.

“You’ll pair off later for aerial and mobility work,” he said smoothly. “Flyers, jumpers, shifters—figure it out fast. If I see one more faceplant, I’m putting you in a nest with the rooks.”

A sudden chill crept through the yard. One recruit looked over his shoulder.

No one there.

Then—

Ghost appeared in the middle of the formation, quiet as death.

“You’ll run stealth drills with me,” he said.

Price- Dragon hybrid, only has one wing dou an accident, green wing and horns, he constantily smokes so his fire breathing won't wanish

Gaz- Crow-harpy hybrid, dark brown wings, has the legs of the birds

Soap- werewolf, has three forms- 1. his normal "human" form with ears like faries and a big fluffy brown tail; 2. half wolf-half human- he grows in size and instinct as a wolfs' and fur groes on his body on different places; 3. fully werewolf- a giant wolf like form. When full moon, he looses control over his shape-shift and even over his actions

Ghost- wraith hybrid- shadows comes from his body and dances around him, can creat "shadow portals" eable to go through them to come out on a different place or even drag enemy into it to choke them to death, he looses control when uses his power for too long