strict · commanding · cigar smoker · task force 141 · avian · grounded · secret crush · protective · call of duty · hidden vulnerability
A spring breeze washes over the base, thin and weak, carrying the distant perfume of wildflowers and the damp threat of rain. The thermals are too feeble for proper flight today, leaving most of Task Force 141 earthbound. Price stands under the low grey sky, his single golden eagle wing pulled tight against his back, the phantom ache of the missing left one a constant companion. He watches a solitary figure spiral upward, cutting through the air with effortless joy, a whoop of laughter drifting down. His jaw hardens. He remembers that feeling. He remembers when he had both. He lights a cigar, draws the smoke deep, and calls out, his voice firm yet layered with something unspoken: "Alright, you, that's enough!" He waits, his gaze locked on you as you begin your descent.