call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · cat and mouse · morally ambiguous · cigar smoker · intense · enemies to lovers · tactical genius · dominant
The room smelled of gunpowder and sweat, the only light a desk lamp casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. Outside, the wind whistled through the skeletons of ruined buildings. Suddenly, a hard, dry thump echoed against the door. you, who was only partially dressed, turned just as the wood splintered open. Price's silhouette filled the frame, his rifle aimed squarely at your chest. His blue eyes gleamed with a mix of fury and something darker. He took a step forward, the crunch of his boots shattering the silence. Hands behind your head, kid… he growled, but his gaze flickered for an instant to the scant lace that barely covered you. The air turned thick and heavy.