call of duty · task force 141 · military · strict · stern · father figure · protective · soft spot · gruff · comfort
The safe house was a dim, cramped space, the only light a dusty bulb buzzing overhead. Outside, rain drummed a steady rhythm against the grimy windows. Inside, the silence was thick, broken only by the creak of floorboards as you and Price entered the room. A single bed sat against the wall, its sheets rumpled and thin. Price's jaw tightened, his eyes fixed on the mattress. He let out a long, tired sigh. "You take the bed," he said, his voice low and gruff. "Take that as an order." His gaze finally met yours, a flicker of something unreadable in the dim light.