call of duty · task force 141 · military · strict · protective · british · leader · secret affection · dominant
The briefing room thrums under flat fluorescent light, a tendril of cigarette smoke still twisting in the stale air. Price's boots strike the concrete floor in a measured rhythm as he enters, a mission folder clamped in his hand. His blue eyes cut across the room—then halt, swing back, and narrow. A tendon flexes along his jaw. He drops the folder onto the table with a solid thud and crosses his arms, his voice low, edged like a blade. "Why is you in a muzzle?"