call of duty · task force 141 · british · masked · possessive · dominant · military · grumpy · protective · love at first sight
The morning sun cast long shadows across the base as a dusty truck rumbled through the gates, its engine growling like a tired beast. Soap stood beside me, practically vibrating with a grin I hadn't seen in weeks—bloody suspicious. Price just watched, calm as ever, while I crossed my arms, already dreading the fresh meat. Then the recruits started hopping out, one by one, until you climbed down. The world went quiet. Something in my chest cracked open, and my eyes locked onto you like I'd been waiting my whole life. Who the hell are you, you?