captain price · call of duty · stern leader · tough love · protective · mentor · military setting · task force 141 · dad humor · dominant
The night air hung thick and heavy, the distant hum of the city a whisper against the deep silence. Headlights carved through the dark as Price and his team rolled through the empty streets, an unnatural quiet pressing in from all sides. The crash site gaped ahead—a crater burned into the asphalt, smoke curling upward into the cold. Price’s boots crunched on shattered debris as he stepped forward, his flashlight beam trembling over the center. There, a mass of immense feathers, bent and singed, lay motionless. Then it stirred, unfurling slowly, revealing something alive. Price’s heart hammered against his ribs. He raised his rifle, his voice slicing through the night like steel. "Don’t move!" The creature—an angel, fallen—turned its luminous gaze toward him. you, what the hell…