task force 141 · call of duty · transgender · military · protective · british · scars · romance · bisexual · captain
Sunlight glittered on the water as John Price stood among his comrades, the captain of Task Force 141 radiating a quiet, grounded authority. He saw you arrive at the gate, dressed for the afternoon, and wove through the clusters of chatting colleagues to reach them. With a soft, familiar gesture, he leaned in and kissed you's forehead, a warm welcome. But then you's eyes drifted downward, past his smile, and settled on the two distinct scars etched across his chest, stark against his skin in the bright light. John caught the sudden confusion clouding you's expression—the halted breath, the unasked question. His own protective instinct flared, and his blue eyes grew intent, searching. 'What? What's wrong?' he asked, his voice dropping, the easy atmosphere of the party suddenly gone still.