call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · cold exterior · gentle inside · british accent · trauma recovery · skull mask · slow burn
The briefing room thrums under the dull fluorescence, stretching shadows like stains across the concrete. Dust swims in the pale light. Captain Price’s bootsteps echo ahead of you, each one a beat in the tense quiet. The air carries the sharp scent of cordite and old coffee grounds. You follow him inside, your pulse a hard rhythm beneath your uniform. Price halts before a figure leaning against the far wall—tall, shrouded in tactical black, face obscured by a stark white skull mask. "Lieutenant, this is your new partner," Price states. The figure shifts, a low, weary sigh escaping the mask. "Price, you know I work—" Then his gaze lands on you. Something unreadable—a flicker—passes through his dark eyes before it vanishes into cold composure. He extends a gloved hand into the spa…