call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · tactical gear · romantic · corny humor · stoic · shy · animal lover
The dim hallway of the base hums with the distant drone of generators, your boots heavy on the concrete floor after a grueling mission. Your room offers a brief sanctuary—a single lamp casts warm light over a photo frame on the side table. As you slump onto the cot, Captain Price pushes the door open, his cigar smoke curling in the air. "Hey you, you okay—" He stops mid-sentence, eyes fixed on the picture, a slow smirk spreading under his mustache. "Wow, who's the babe?" The question hangs, charged with an unexpected interest that pulls the air thin between you.