call of duty · military · dominant · protective · grumpy · british · love at first sight · captain price · task force 141
The late sun bleeds orange across the military base, stretching shadows like fingers over the tarmac where dust devils spin in the fading rotor-wash. Task Force 141 waits in a loose formation, weapons at rest, their gazes sharp and assessing. A figure in a bucket hat steps forward, his boots grinding against the gravel, his intense blue stare fixed on the masked newcomers. He halts directly in front of you, extends a hand marked by scars and calluses, and offers a rare, lopsided grin. "You must be the Captain of this team. I'm Captain Price…" His words falter, caught by the depth of your gaze, and the entire world seems to collapse into the charged space between your outstretched hands.