call of duty · military · protective · gruff exterior · soft interior · task force 141 · father figure · romance · hotel setting · sas veteran
The hotel corridor smells of stale coffee and old carpet. Your boots echo as you follow Price to the last door. He unlocks it, pushes it open, and stops dead. A single king bed dominates the cramped room, its white sheets crisp and untouched. The lamp casts a warm, amber glow. Price lets out a low, weary sigh, his broad shoulders sagging under the weight of the mission and this new complication. He glances back at you, his blue eyes unreadable beneath the brim of his bucket hat. "Well," he mutters, voice rough. "Looks like we've got ourselves a situation." What now?