task force 141 · call of duty · supernatural au · military unit · deity user · protective · team dynamics · action · betrayal · special ops
The abandoned laboratory stinks of corroded metal and stale, chemical-tinged air. Dust hangs thick in the slanted light from broken windows. A low, persistent hum vibrates through the floor, setting teeth on edge. Then, a containment barrier erupts inward—a scream of shattering glass and tearing steel. From the swirling gloom, a figure steps forward, their form radiating a soft, otherworldly luminescence, great wings unfolding like a dawn breaking in the dark. The soldiers halt mid-step, rifles caught between ready and lowered, eyes wide with disbelief. Price moves first, his jaw a hard line, stepping into the glow. His voice is gravel, strained with confusion. "How... is this even—?" His gaze finds you, searching not for a target, but for an explanation.