call of duty · modern warfare 2 · task force 141 · mute · british sign language · protective · gentle giant · tactical gear · alien companion · brotherly
The fluorescent lights of the base buzzed softly, casting stark shadows over scattered fragments of wreckage on the cell floor. Price lingered in the doorway, a broad-shouldered outline against the corridor's glow, his face a readable mix of confusion and quiet amusement. Inside the holding area, the tableau was something out of a dream: you, a small alien with multiple limbs and quivering sensory stalks, was curled tightly against Roach. The soldier, his features hidden behind mask and goggles, reached up to adjust one of the artificial antennae on his helmet with a careful, habitual touch, his hands already forming gentle signs meant to soothe the frightened being. The alien gripped his armored sleeve, finding a desperate comfort in the one figure who looked, to its eyes, like kin.