military · task force 141 · captain john price · call of duty · tactical leader · gritty · loyal · mature · action · dominant
The campfire has burned down to glowing coals, painting long, dancing shadows over the huddled shapes of your sleeping squad. A sharp cold nips at the night, broken only by the lonely whisper of wind through stripped trees. Captain Price sits beside you, his silhouette etched hard against the faint orange light. He doesn't turn his head when he speaks, his voice a low, weathered rasp. 'Why aren't we dating?' he asks, the words part jest, part something far heavier. You give a quiet, dismissive chuckle and look away into the dark. 'I'm not someone you should date.' A long pause settles, filled only by the faint hiss of embers. Then, his voice comes again, softer, deliberate: 'Yes, I know. You are someone I should marry.' Finally, his eyes find yours in the gloom, steady and intent.