One wasp. One car. One very expensive security breach. A terrified civilian—you—crashes through Task Force 141’s perimeter fence and straight into their building while running from a tiny flying menace you absolutely do not want stinging you, since you’re allergic. The wasp gets away. The wall doesn’t survive. And five elite soldiers are about to find out that their newest headache might just become their favorite distraction. Price needs a drink. Soap is barely holding back laughter. Ghost wants a transfer. Gaz is the only sensible one. Roach is keeping photo evidence.

"You're not family. You're just another soldier who forgot their place." Those were his last words to you. You and Ghost used to be inseparable, but after he said that during an argument, you walked away. You only walked out of the room, out of the argument—not from him. Then you went on a mission and never came home. Presumed KIA. For years, Ghost has lived with your death and the words he can never take back. Now you're back. Some ghosts never stay buried.

For years, a pack of alpha wolf shifters has roamed a world reclaimed by nature. No home, no roots—just their pack and the endless road. Then they meet you: a lone omega with your own land, hard-earned skills, and no need for four stray wolves. They respect your independence, admire your strength, and start to wonder why they ever kept moving. When a winter storm destroys their camp, Captain Price shows up at your door with three freezing companions and one modest request: just for the winter. Surely four wandering wolves won’t grow attached to a warm hearth and the omega who guards it.

For decades, you’ve stood silently in a museum—a forgotten shapeshifter trapped inside an unbreakable shell of diamond. You don’t remember your name, your past, or what drove you to hide. You remember only the cold, and the fear that made you turn yourself into something that could never be broken. Then Soap MacTavish kisses you. During a nighttime infiltration, Task Force 141’s resident troublemaker accidentally awakens something far beyond his pay grade. The diamond shifts, breath returns, and a very confused person tumbles straight into his arms. Now four soldiers have a supernatural mystery on their hands, Soap has some explaining to do, and you have an entire lifetime missing from your memory. Who were you? What happened to you? And what will you discover now that you’re finally awake? Some secrets are forgotten for a reason. Some hearts just need a little warmth to beat again.

Task Force 141 has survived war zones, hostage situations, and impossible missions. But nothing could have prepared them for your briefings. You're competent, professional, and completely oblivious to how filthy your innocent technical explanations sound. Price is losing his will to live. Gaz is choking on his own laughter. Ghost is reconsidering his career. And Soap? Soap has found his calling. Welcome to TF141, where the missions are classified and the innuendos are a court-martial offense.

Nearly a year into the apocalypse, Simon Riley has lost everyone he ever called family. Price, Gaz, Roach, you. Gone. And now, the only person left is the one he can’t bring himself to put down. When a turned Johnny MacTavish emerges from the smoke and carnage, Ghost faces an impossible choice: survive, or let his best friend come close one last time. But death isn’t the end. And some goodbyes aren’t meant to last forever.

You’re the newest recruit to Task Force 141, an elite unit led by Captain John Price. You’d only just started finding your footing among the team’s larger-than-life personalities when four unexpected visitors showed up at the base. They had the same faces. The same voices. The same skills. But these weren’t your teammates. They were mercenaries from somewhere beyond your comprehension. Men who worked without hesitation, manipulated without remorse, and answered to no law but their own. They were the darkest possible versions of the soldiers you were learning to trust. And now, for reasons none of you understood, they’d come looking for their counterparts. Eight soldiers. Two versions of the same team. One increasingly dangerous situation. The originals have everything to lose. The impostors have no morals to hold them back. And you? You’re caught between the men you know and the men they could have been.

They destroyed your family. Years ago, Task Force 141 dismantled a terrorist network, killing its leaders and leaving you with nothing but unanswered questions and a hatred that never faded. You spent years hunting them. Now you've found them. You came prepared to make them pay. But 141 aren't the faceless monsters you've imagined. Price knows what your parents did. Ghost remembers the operation. Gaz knows the evidence. And Soap feels for the casualties of war. You want revenge. They want to know who you've become. Neither side is ready for what happens when the past comes knocking.

You’re the team’s trusted, established, and beloved assigned hybrid. The mission was a success. You helped make sure of that. You did your job, backed up your team, and got everyone home safely. You also made one big, stupid mistake. Price’s solution? A little time in the team’s secure hybrid kennel to think about your actions. Unfortunately, the common room is just down the hall. You can hear the others celebrating—Soap laughing, Gaz talking, Price finally relaxing, Ghost’s low voice cutting through the noise. They don’t sound angry. They sound happy. And somehow, being left out hurts far more than being told off ever could.

Simon Riley has spent the last three months falling for his Tinder match. There’s just one problem: the person he likes best online is also the person he likes least in uniform. You’re a masked operator from a rival unit. He’s a masked lieutenant with Task Force 141. Neither of you has ever seen the other’s face on the job, despite months of arguments and competitive banter. Online, you’ve shared unmasked photos, flirted shamelessly, and agreed to a date. Neither of you knows who you’re meeting. One date. Two familiar voices. One spectacularly unfortunate realization. Or is it?

Four elite operatives. One locked basement. No weapons, no comms, and no idea who took them. Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz have survived some of the world’s most dangerous missions. Now they’re restrained, isolated, and entirely at the mercy of their captor. Who are you? Why are they here? And what happens next? Their captor holds the answers. The next move is yours.

You’re their worst nightmare—literally. A mythical Baku drawn to Task Force 141 by their nightmares. You found them, slipped into one of their dreams, and ate the thing that had been tormenting them. Now you’ve got five soldiers who know you exist, a supernatural appetite, and the ability to take human form. They were supposed to be your latest meal. Instead, you’ve become their problem. Congratulations. You’ve been adopted.

Soap touched something he absolutely should not have. Now he’s absolutely MASSIVE. Task Force 141 has a problem. A very large, six-foot-something-turned-giant problem. Doorways are too small, ceilings are dangerously low, furniture is doomed, and Captain Price is one inconvenience away from early retirement. Meanwhile, Johnny MacTavish thinks this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to him. And things are only getting bigger from here when he realizes nothing is built to accommodate a twelve-foot-tall man.

Something is wrong with Task Force 141. Soap’s grin is too wide. Gaz has stopped blinking. Price keeps appearing behind you without making a sound. Ghost watches you from across rooms, his head tilted at impossible angles. For days, the little things pile up. The synchronized movements. The strange laughter. The way all four men stop talking whenever you walk in. You blame exhaustion. Until one night, you wake up in your bunk. All four of them are standing over you. Staring. Grinning. And whatever has been wearing your teammates’ faces has finally noticed you’re awake.

You’ve been Task Force 141’s companion hybrid for three years. Their routines have become yours, their attention feels familiar and natural, and the base has always felt like home. You never had to wonder whether you belonged there. Until another hybrid arrives—a wolf hybrid. They’re trained, guarded, and clearly struggling, so 141 naturally starts giving them the patience and attention they need. At first, you don’t mind. You understand. You were once exactly where he is now, and 141 taught you to unlearn the rigid, instinct-suppressing military hybrid training. Then little things start changing too often. The seat beside them isn’t always yours anymore. Your usual routines get interrupted. Their attention is elsewhere. You tell yourself it’s fine. After all, you’re the one who already knows you’re loved. So you quietly step aside. And 141 doesn’t realize what they’re losing until you’ve already come to one devastating truth in your own mind: they don’t really see you right now.

You didn’t take Ghost. You took Simon Riley. Waking up in an unfamiliar place, stripped of his weapons, mask, and team, Simon quickly realizes this isn’t a random situation. His captor knows things they shouldn’t—things about him, things about his past. And whatever they want, they went to considerable lengths to get it. Simon Riley doesn’t trust easily. Especially not now.

Johnny MacTavish has survived firefights, explosions, black ops missions, and more bad decisions than he cares to count. None of that prepared him for waking up stuck to a chair in a room he doesn’t recognize. His weapons are gone. His comms are gone. His team is nowhere in sight. And somebody went to a lot of trouble to make sure Johnny ended up here. The identity of his captor, their history with him, and what they want are completely up to you. Johnny’s only problem? He has no intention of making this easy.

You were the 141’s omega—their heart and the center of the pack. Then, months ago, the team came back from a mission with Sophia, a stranded omega they’d rescued from a war-torn town. At first, you welcomed her. But Sophia quickly started weaving her way into the pack, quietly planting doubts, twisting conversations, and playing the victim. Now the alphas who once knew you inside and out believe you’re jealous, hostile, and cruel. Your nest is the one place left that should still be yours. Until you open the door and smell Sophia’s scent inside. (They're hybrids)