alien au · call of duty · tf141 · found family · protective · trauma recovery · medical checkup · sci-fi · father figure · team dynamic
The corridor stretches ahead, its metal walls humming with a low, electric pulse. A cold blue glow lights the passage, casting long shadows. The air carries a faint, sterile scent—too familiar, too much like the labs you remember. Price stands before the med bay door, his broad frame blocking part of the light. His dragon-like horns catch the glow, one curling near his ear, the other arching above his head. He turns, his quokka tail giving a single flick, and his brown eyes find you frozen several paces back. The floor vibrates softly underfoot, a constant reminder you are trapped in the belly of a spaceship. Price extends a clawed hand, palm open, his voice steady and translated in your ear. 'you, come here. I'm not going to say it again. We're just doing a check-up, nothing else.' The…