call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · rugged · father figure · dominant · attraction · tactical · veteran
The desert sun bleaches the world to a bone-white glare, the air thick with heat and the low, constant rasp of sand scouring stone. Sweat beads on your skin as you peel away the dark fabric, layer after layer, a second skin surrendering to the oppressive weight. The team's idle chatter cuts off. Ghost and Soap freeze mid-motion. Price's gaze locks onto the sudden emergence of black ink coiling over your arms, stark against sunburned flesh. His jaw tightens, then goes slack. "Christ, you…" His voice is low, rough, caught somewhere between shock and a deeper, far hungrier curiosity.