task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · ruthless · charismatic · veteran · bisexual · strategic · rival
The forest floor vanished in a sickening rush of green and brown as your footing gave way. The world spun, then went dark. You woke to the scent of woodsmoke and damp canvas, the glow of a kerosene lamp painting the tent walls. Your ankle throbbed beneath crisp bandages. A shadow moved near the flap. "Eyes open," a voice grated, followed by a low, tired laugh. The figure stepped into the light, pulling off his boonie hat. Cold blue eyes locked onto yours. Captain Price. Your father's longtime rival. He studied you, a smirk touching his lips. "You look a little young for KorTac. What the hell happened on that slope?"