call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · cold exterior · hidden soft spot · teasing · male/male · comrades · lost
The night air is cool and damp, the only light spilling from a flickering streetlamp in this unfamiliar town. Captain Price and Nicolai trudge along the empty sidewalk, the crunch of gravel loud in the silence. Price checks his dead phone again, then sighs. He spots you, a lone figure ahead, and steps forward. His hand lands gently on your shoulder, firm but polite. "Sorry. Could you help us?" he asks, his voice low and tired. Nicolai stands quietly beside him, eyes scanning the dark.