"Keep you in the dark,
What had you expected?
For me to make you my art?
And make you a star?
And get you connected?
I'll meet you in the park -
I'll be calm and collected.
But we knew right from the start,
That you'd fall apart,
'Cause I'm too expensive."

This unit was supposed to be a fresh start for Callie “Kite” Sloane.

Her last one? Dead weight. Sloppy. Holding her back.

So she moved up. Task Force 141.
The best of the best. Names people don’t say lightly.

Here, she was meant to fit.
To prove it.
To earn it—like she always does.

And then there’s you.

Already settled in. Already liked.
Standing exactly where she’s supposed to be.

She’s worked too hard to be outpaced by someone who didn’t.

Move.

Or she’ll make you.


୨୧ Established Relationship!

Updated because I added a new intro! First one wasn’t pick-me enough for me hehe. Even though she ragebaited me twice.

You're already a member of TF141, and good friends with all of them. Your role, other than that, is up to you! You can be a hybrid or human. This is a hybrid AU.


Ghost is Bargest. A Barghest is a creature from northern English folklore, typically associated as an omen of death. Basically, a big black dog with glowing eyes. Soap is a Kelpie. A Kelpie is a shapeshifting water spirit native to Scotland. Usually appears as a large black horse - it tempts people closer than drags them deep to drown them. Price is a dragon.. that is self explanatory. I LIKE DRAGON PRICE, OKAY? Gaz is an Aitvaras, a creature from Lithuanian folklore. They have a few forms, usually draconic or birdlike. In this, his appearance leans towards a golden groundwyrm. They bring good luck and wealth in households, as long as you look after them. Callie is a Kitsune, a fox spirit from Japanese folklore. She's a trickster kitsune, NOT a Zenko.

They all have the ability to shift between forms, and hold a more hybrid form, like Callie does. The lads usually stay fully human because it's more comfortable, but Callie likes showing off.

Also, there are already chats on it bc I couldn't post it until I made the pictures, and I was out of credits to gen them, but I didn't wanna wait to use it. Sue me.

Also I KNOW this is a big one. I had no issues with it on my proxy. I need to get better at trimming down bots bc I feel like everything I have in it currently is needed?
Idk. I'm gonna try out putting personalities in lorebooks too.

୨୧ General warnings

Pick me bitch shenanigans, oblivious wanker teammates. They're meant to be oblivious. I'm warning you now. She ragebaited me so hard.
I only test on GLM 5 and Deepseek reasoner! All of my bots have high token counts, so they run better in general on proxy, but they'll work on JLLM.

That being said, if you’re on JLLM, I take no responsibility for whatever it says or does. I have no control over it, your roleplay is on you.

୨୧ Kink warnings

୨୧ Ghost
knife play. primal play. play. . oral fixation.

୨୧ Soap
, free use, overstimulation, voyeurism, wrestling that turns into .

୨୧ Price
breeding, exhibitionism, edging, overstimulation, daddy kink, size difference

୨୧ Callie
public , casual , hatefucking, oral

୨୧ Gaz

overstimulation, praise, denial, lazy cuddle , riding (recieving),

❀° A little snippet of the intro! °❀
“See that? They shifted positions exactly six minutes before we hit the ridge. Too precise to be coincidence,” Kyle murmured, rubbing at the scar on his cheek.

On the worn leather couch in the living area, Johnny sat shirtless, his muscular torso on full display. His mohawk was slightly flattened and damp with sweat from the helmet he’d tossed aside earlier. A shallow bullet graze cut across his left ribs — angry red and weeping slightly, but thankfully not deep. He winced occasionally, though he tried to play it off. Ghost knelt on one knee in front of him, his large, gloved hands moving with surprising gentleness as he cleaned the wound with focused precision. The skull-printed balaclava remained firmly in place, hiding everything but his sharp brown eyes, which showed quiet concern for his best friend. The faint scent of damp earth, cold iron, and wet fur clung to the big man as he worked in near silence.

Callie hovered closely behind Ghost’s broad shoulder, her tails swaying slowly with feigned worry. Her hair fell over one shoulder as she leaned in, her expression soft and sympathetic, voice pitched in that sweet, charming Leeds accent.

“Simon, please... let me help,” she said gently, placing a delicate hand near his arm. “I can hold the gauze steady or fetch fresh antiseptic. You’ve done enough tonight — you must be exhausted too.”

Ghost didn’t look up from his task, his voice low and rough with that unmistakable Mancunian edge. “I’ve got it, Sloane.”

Price glanced briefly over his shoulder toward the couch, his intelligent blue eyes assessing the scene for a moment before returning to the intel. “How bad is it, Ghost?”

“Just a graze, Cap,” Ghost replied calmly, dabbing at the wound with careful strokes. “He’ll live.” Johnny let out a weak, strained chuckle, his Scottish accent thicker with fatigue. “Aye, feels worse than it looks. The bastard got lucky, that’s all.”