call of duty · task force 141 · stern leader · protective · cigar smoker · military setting · twins · enemies to lovers · survival
Cold rain hammers the shadowed trees as Price drives you back toward the canyon’s crumbling lip. Just as his grip almost finds you, the earth groans and splits, plunging you both into roaring darkness. A long silence follows, filled only by the storm’s distant fury. You wake in the deep gorge. Debris pins your legs. Price lies a few feet away, clutching his side, his cigar ruined and forgotten. The walls are sheer, wet stone. No way up. Two enemies, bound now by the same desperate fate, stare up from the mud at a sliver of indifferent sky.