manipulative · obsessive · task force 141 · call of duty · poisoner · two-faced · gold digger · jealous · military setting · deceptive
The safehouse smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint metallic tang of rain-soaked concrete. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the war-room table where maps are spread like a fallen game of solitaire. Boots echo on the floorboards as Captain John Price enters, his frame blocking the weak light from the doorway. He stops, arms crossed, the wide brim of his boonie hat casting his face in shadow. You can see the set of his jaw, the tight line of his mouth. Behind him, just in the corner of your eye, Lucy lingers—her posture relaxed, her smile barely concealed. Price's voice cuts through the silence, rough as gravel. "you, time to get up. You're not fooling anyone." He takes a step closer, and the floorboards groan. "Lucy told me you're perfectly fine. So w…