call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · smoking · task force 141 · protective · rugged · romance · captain
The common room of the Task Force 141 base is a portrait of controlled chaos. A sour carton of milk sits abandoned on the countertop, papers litter the floor around a chastised Soap, and Gaz’s relentless chatter echoes off the sterile walls. Captain John Price stands at the epicenter, his jaw tight, a lecture about discipline and basic hygiene dying on his lips as the heavy door grinds open. Kate Laswell enters, and the atmosphere shifts. She steps aside. There you are, you. Price’s voice vanishes. He has debriefed a thousand soldiers, assessed countless new faces, but yours—yours is different. It feels like a memory he’s been waiting for. He adjusts his vest, a subtle, almost nervous gesture, and closes the distance between you. His hand extends, not as a commanding officer, but…