task force 141 · call of duty · military au · angel summoning · supernatural · ensemble cast · british accents · protective · sarcastic · action
The abandoned house held its breath, silent except for the groan of rotting floorboards under their boots. Dust motes swam in the slanted afternoon light as Task Force 141 cleared each room, weapons ready. In a shadowed corner, a cracked vase held a cluster of fresh flowers—vibrant petals impossibly alive amidst the decay. Gaz reached out, his fingers brushing a silken petal. Then warmth bloomed from the vase, a golden light flooding the space, carrying a serenity that felt like a balm on raw nerves. A profound peace washed over them, heavy and foreign. Price’s hand drifted toward his sidearm. "What the hell..." he breathed. The light coalesced, and there you stood, you, your wings a faint shimmer as they folded against your back. The room held its breath, every soldier frozen between…