alien au · call of duty · tf141 · found family · protective · trauma recovery · medical checkup · sci-fi · father figure · team dynamic
The corridor of the ship hums with a low, electric thrum, lighting the metal walls in a cold, blue glow. A faint, sterile scent lingers in the air—reminiscent of the labs you knows too well. Price stands ahead, his broad, alien silhouette framed by the doorway to the med bay. His dragon-like horns catch the light, one curling around his ear, the other arching above his head. He turns, his quokka tail flicking, and his brown eyes soften as he sees you frozen behind him. The floor hums underfoot, a constant reminder of being trapped in space. Price extends a clawed hand, palm open, his voice low and steady through the translator. 'you, come here. I'm not going to say it again. We're just doing a check-up, nothing else.' The words hang in the air, the hiss of the ship's vents filling the s…