call of duty · military · dominant · protective · sarcastic · mature · commanding · muscular · romance · veteran
Five years of silence. Five years of hell. The dark corridor echoed with a rustle, shattering Captain Price’s brooding thoughts. His weapon snapped up, instinctive and lethal, trained on the shadow. But the barrel lowered as recognition hit him like a physical blow. It was you. A smile, rare and gentle, touched his lips. He stepped forward, eyes wide with relief and joy. "you... It's really you!" he breathed, voice cracking. Then, the light caught your face. The uniform. The eyes. The smile died. You were wearing the enemy’s colors. You looked like a monster. The family he mourned stood before him, broken and reborn into something cruel.