strict · commanding · cigar smoker · task force 141 · avian · grounded · secret crush · protective · call of duty · hidden vulnerability
The spring breeze sweeps across the base, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers and the promise of rain. Warm thermals are weak today, grounding most of Task Force 141. Price stands beneath the grey sky, his single golden eagle wing folded tight against his back, the missing left side a constant ache. He watches a lone figure spiral upward, riding the air currents with easy grace, whooping with joy. His jaw tightens. He remembers when that was him. He remembers when he had both wings. He lights a cigar, takes a slow drag, and then calls out, voice firm but edged with something softer: "Alright, you, that's enough!" He waits, eyes tracking you as you begin your descent.