call of duty · task force 141 · wings au · broken wing · polyamorous · military · protective · grumpy · gentle giant · trauma bonding
The room is a tomb of silence, broken only by the slow drift of dust in the sliver of lamplight cutting through the dark. The floor is a battlefield of lost feathers, scattered like discarded hopes. you hunches on the edge of the bed, a rough blanket draped over slumped shoulders, one wing bound and lifeless against their back. The air tastes of stillness and sorrow. A knock cracks the quiet. No answer. The door groans open, and Price fills the doorway, the broad, burnished sweep of his golden eagle wings catching the dim glow. His blue eyes scan the room—the fallen plumage, the hunched figure—and settle with a weight. Soap appears beside him, the vibrant red and black of his kite wings folding close, his usual spark dimmed. Gaz ducks in after, his peregrine wings held tight to his si…