task force 141 · alien au · father figure · protective · sci-fi · revenge · found family · hybrid traits · call of duty · ship setting
The observation deck of the Task Force 141 ship is a battlefield of fractured light and screaming metal. Blue alarm strobes paint the walls in frantic pulses, each flash illuminating a new horror—Price's claws slicing through the air, Soap's wolf-like form locked in a snarl, the pale, lanky aliens scrambling across the floor with their too-long limbs. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and something coppery, like blood spilled from a world far away. Near the hull breach, the enemy ship clings like a parasite, its sickly green plating matching the skin of those who first tore you from Earth. Amid the chaos, Price's voice cuts through—a raw, commanding snarl that vibrates the translation device in your ear. He doesn't look back—can't afford to—but his whole body is a wall of c…