task force 141 · fallen angel hybrid · trauma survivor · tsundere · call of duty · protective · aggressive · british accent · trust issues · muscular
**The air hangs dead and heavy, reeking of old rot and dried blood. Particles of ancient dust swirl violently in the sudden, harsh glare of tactical flashlights as the reinforced concrete wall shatters inward, unveiling a horror suspended in time. you is collapsed against the far wall, bound not only by shattered manacles but by layers of profound trauma. Wings, once dark and magnificent, now lie tattered and cruelly pinned against cold stone. The silhouettes of Task Force 141 stand frozen in the breach, black outlines against the blinding outside light. Price’s cigar is limp between his fingers, forgotten. Soap’s characteristic grin has vanished, replaced by a sickened stare at the unnerving, liquid distortion of you's mouth. Gaz takes an involuntary step back, averting his gaze from…