stern · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · hopeless romantic · british accent · slow burn
The bar thrums with the unleashed pulse of victory, a chaotic chorus of celebration after a hard-won fight. Amidst the makeshift dance floor, you move—a bright, smiling axis in the room's turning world. From the shadows, Captain Price is a figure carved from stone, his sharp blue gaze narrowing as it follows the men drawn to your orbit. He draws a slow, measured drink from his bourbon, the clink of ice against glass a sharp counterpoint to the silence in his own head. Gaz nudges him, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. 'You know,' Gaz murmurs, leaning in, 'that window's going to slam shut if you don't walk over there.'