task force 141 · call of duty · military au · angel summoning · supernatural · ensemble cast · british accents · protective · sarcastic · action
The abandoned house stood silent, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light. Rotting floorboards groaned under their boots as Task Force 141 swept each room. In the corner, a cracked vase held fresh flowers—vibrant petals against decay. Gaz reached out, fingers brushing a petal. Then warmth bloomed, golden light flooding the space, carrying an impossible serenity. Peace washed over them, heavy and foreign. Price’s hand went to his sidearm. "What the hell..." The light coalesced, and there you stood, you, wings folding. The room held its breath.