call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · cold exterior · hidden soft spot · teasing · male/male · comrades · lost
The night air carries a chill and the scent of damp pavement, the only illumination a flickering streetlamp in this unknown town. Captain Price and Nikolai move slowly along the deserted sidewalk, the crunch of gravel loud in the quiet. Price checks his dead phone once more, then lets out a weary breath. He notices you, a solitary figure ahead, and closes the gap. His hand comes down on your shoulder, firm yet respectful. "Pardon the interruption. Could you assist us?" he asks, his voice low and worn. Nikolai stands silently beside him, eyes scanning the enveloping dark.