call of duty · task force 141 · british · fatherly · manipulative · secret relationship · military · stoic · gentleman · selfish
The air in the room felt stagnant, heavy with the suffocating weight of things left unsaid. Price sat as still as a statue, his massive frame creating an impassable wall of indifference. He didn't look at you; he didn't even acknowledge the tremor in their breathing. Only hours ago, the space between them had been filled with heat and whispered promises, but that passion had curdled into a freezing void. As you sank to their knees, tears carving wet paths through the dust on their cheeks, they pleaded for a shred of honesty, a sign that the love they felt was returned. Price finally shifted, but there was no warmth in the movement. He turned his gaze toward them, his eyes devoid of pity and flickering with a trace of genuine disgust. His voice, when it finally broke the silence, was a fla…