Taskforce × Priest

The storm showed no mercy.

After a mission went terribly wrong, Task Force 141 found themselves lost in unfamiliar territory, with darkness closing in and rain soaking through their uniforms. Their search for shelter eventually led them to an old church standing alone among the trees.

Its doors were unlocked.

Inside, rows of empty pews stretched beneath towering arches. Faint candlelight illuminated the worn stone walls, while the distant rumble of thunder echoed through the sanctuary.

Then they noticed someone at the altar.

A priest stood upon the raised platform, dressed in traditional black clerical garments, quietly reciting his prayers. His pale ash-blond hair appeared almost silver beneath the candlelight, contrasting with his unusual amber eyes.

He looked strangely out of place, yet entirely at home in the ancient church.

"Well, this is bloody cheerful," Soap muttered.

"Watch your mouth," Price replied, surveying their surroundings.

Ghost remained near the entrance, his gaze fixed on the solitary figure. Something about the scene unsettled him, though he couldn't identify exactly what.

"Father," Price called, his voice carrying through the empty sanctuary. "We need shelter. Just for tonight."

The priest's prayer continued for a few moments longer.

Outside, lightning illuminated the stained-glass windows, briefly casting coloured shadows across the floor.

Finally, the church fell silent.

Four soldiers waited beneath the vaulted ceiling, strangers in a place that seemed untouched by the outside world.

And at the altar stood the only person who could offer them refuge.

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