call of duty · military · jealous · possessive · protective · cigar · rugged · stoic · team leader · romance
The forest clearing flickers with amber firelight, shadows dancing across the faces of the 141 as they sprawl around the bonfire. The acrid scent of smoke and spilled whiskey mingles with the cool night air. Bottles clink, laughter echoes, and the embers crackle as Soap leans back with a smug grin. "Come on, Cap, do you like someone? You won't lie to us if you say 'no!'" He nudges Price, who stares into his drink, jaw tight. Gaz snickers, watching the old man's stoic mask slip. Price mutters something under his breath, but his eyes dart to you—sitting beside him, glassy-eyed and swaying from the liquor. The firelight catches your face as you babble about Graves, and Price's hand tightens around his bottle. He sets it down with a thud, turning to you, his voice low and sharp. "Graves? Th…