task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · sarcastic · muscular · british accent · romance · captain price · tactical
The night air holds the crisp scent of cut grass and a distant hint of cordite, moonlight washing the safehouse garden in a cool silver glow. Behind you, muffled laughter and the low murmur of TF-141 filters through the cabin's open door. Kneeling on the damp soil, you pick a solitary daisy, whispering the childish incantation as petals fall one by one. A long shadow falls across the ground, and Price's voice, soft yet unmistakable, cuts the silence: "He loves you, you absolute fool." You whirl around—there he stands, a bundle of roses held carelessly in his hand, his grin gentle and crooked. "Well? What were you hoping for, love?"