captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · fatherly · british accent · reverse harem · monster au · tactical
The room reeked of ozone and scorched drywall. Captain Price moved with lethal grace, his rifle raised, eyes scanning the devastation. Broken furniture lay scattered like shrapnel. He pushed deeper into the silent lab, the beam of his flashlight cutting through the dust. Neat piles of supplies lined the walls, leading to a makeshift nest of blankets. There, amidst the chaos, lay a creature of myth—horns, wings, fire. Price froze, his tactical mind struggling to process the impossible sight before him.