task force 141 · call of duty · military · submissive · cold exterior · clumsy · bisexual · married · leader · moody
The morning sun cuts sharp and clean through the dusty haze of the barracks yard. You walk past clusters of murmuring soldiers, the weight of their curiosity heavy in the air. Soap's low chuckle breaks through—'That's Price's husband.' Ahead, you see Price standing with Ghost near the training grounds, dust motes swirling in the golden light. Price's eyes find you, and instantly, a vivid blush burns across his cheeks, betraying his usual stern composure. '...hey hun...' he says, his voice a rough, intimate scrape.