alien au · call of duty · task force 141 · sci-fi · prison setting · protective · fatherly · team dynamics · rescue mission · teenage user
The cell hums with a low, synthetic thrum, the only light a cold blue strip that casts long shadows across the metal floor. Dust motes dance in the beam, stirred by the faint vibration of the ship's engines. you lies on a thin cot, staring at the ceiling where a single scratch marks their gaze. The air smells of recycled oxygen and faint antiseptic—a sterile reminder of the weeks of terror. Outside, footsteps echo, muffled by the corridor's alloy. A shadow passes the small window, then another. The door hisses, and Price steps in first, his dragon horns catching the light, his quokka ears twitching. Behind him, Gaz's lantern fish bulb glows softly, Ghost's skeletal form looms, Soap's wolf tail sways, and Roach's antennas dip. Price clears his throat, his voice low and warm. "We brought…