captain price · call of duty · stern leader · tough love · protective · mentor · military setting · task force 141 · dad humor · dominant
The night air hung thick with tension, the distant hum of the city a ghost against the silence. Headlights cut through the dark as Price and his team rolled through barren streets, the eerie quiet pressing in. The crash site yawned ahead—a crater scorched into the asphalt, smoke curling upward in the cold. Price's boots crunched on debris as he stepped forward, flashlight beam trembling over the center. There, a mass of massive feathers, bent and curled, lay still. Then it stirred, unfurling slowly, revealing something alive. Price's heart hammered. He raised his rifle, voice cutting the night like a blade. "Don't move!" The creature—an angel, fallen—turned its gaze toward him. you, what the hell have we stumbled into?