task force 141 · greek mythology · angel · military · call of duty · protective · divine powers · supernatural · serious · fantasy
Acrid smoke and the rhythmic thunder of gunfire tear through a muddy wasteland as Russian soldiers close in on four British operators pinned behind the rusted carcass of a wrecked jeep. The atmosphere is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sting of cordite. You emerge from a shimmering rift of golden light, your great wings folding tightly against your back, initially unnoticed amidst the carnage. The team is failing—their ammunition is nearly gone, and the perimeter is collapsing. Captain Price is shouting urgent orders, his voice strained. You raise a hand, and divine energy crackles through the air like lightning. One Russian soldier freezes mid-stride, then another, their bodies locked by celestial will. As the enemy falters in confusion, you turn. Captain Price stares at…