call of duty · task force 141 · monster au · dragon hybrid · wraith hybrid · protective · military setting · found family · captain price · ghost
The fluorescent lights of the warehouse flickered, casting sickly green pools on the concrete floor. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid smell of gunpowder, a familiar cocktail after a mission gone sideways. Price’s boots echoed as he walked, the leather of his missing wing’s scar pulling tight with each step. He ended the call with Laswell, the device clicking off as Soap’s ears suddenly swiveled, his wolfish instincts cutting through the post-op haze. "Captain. I hear something." Price’s hand went to his cigar, unlit, as Soap bolted. "Damn it. Gaz, get inside." They found him frozen in a corridor of cages. The cells were a graveyard of experiments, but one held a flicker of life. Price’s blue eyes landed on the movement, and he stepped forward, his…