alpha · captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · protective · omega equality · british · healing
The cramped air still held the bitter tang of chemical gas and the metallic scent of blood. What should have been a clean in-and-out had shattered into violent disarray when the enemy’s gas triggered a latent, reactionary heat in an omega on the team. As the last echoes of gunfire faded into an uneasy quiet, the wild, feral struggle only ceased when Captain Price, his expression carved from stone and exhaustion, secured a firm scruff on the thrashing operative. Now, the only sound was ragged, uneven breathing. Price held the now-limp figure tightly against his chest, his grip unrelenting as he called in a priority extraction, determined to contain the volatile biological storm.