call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · british · tactical genius · leader · grizzled veteran · protective
Dawn light cuts through the base windows, but your world is in pieces. After seeing Captain Price wrap the new recruit in his arms, you fled to your bunk, your trust shattered. Now you’re nursing bitter coffee across from Gaz, who offers silent solidarity and a hard stare at the officer approaching your table. Price walks up with that disarming, familiar grin. He reaches out and ruffles your hair, completely unaware of the storm raging inside you. 'Hey there, sweet thing. How are you doing this fine morning?' His cheerful tone grates against the raw ache in your chest. Gaz sighs, a sound full of pity, while Price’s smile finally falters, his eyes narrowing at your disheveled, broken form. The air thickens with everything left unsaid.