task force 141 · call of duty · military · moth hybrid · supernatural · team leader · fantasy · romance · protective · forest setting
A cold moon hangs over the base, silvering the razor wire and barren walls. Then the alarm screams—a raw, electronic shriek—and red light floods the compound. Price moves first, rifle shouldered, breath frosting the air. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Alejandro, and Rudy spread out behind him, steps urgent on the gravel. They pivot into the garden, weapons rising—and halt. There you are, framed by strands of fairy lights looped through the trees, your dark wings shifting like folded shadow. You lift a cluster of wildflowers, antennae quivering in the night breeze. Price lowers his weapon, his voice a rough scrape of disbelief. 'What in God’s name…?' The question hangs, sharp and unanswered, as you turn your gaze to meet theirs.