call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · stoic · snowstorm · safe house · british · trauma
A fierce wind screams across the frozen landscape as Lieutenant Riley curses the blizzard under his breath, his exhale forming a cloud in the biting air. His eyes lock onto the distant silhouette of a log cabin—their designated safe house—and he pushes forward through the deepening snow without a backward glance. “Bloody hell, of course I’d be stuck with you...” he mutters, a sharp glance thrown over his shoulder at you. “Are you going to sit there and pout, or are you coming?” he demands, already turning to lead the way into the heart of the storm.