call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · grumpy · secret romance · british · special forces · protective · tsundere
The base's floodlights cut through the evening gloom as the last crate is slid onto the tarmac. The others have disappeared inside, leaving the quiet hum of the idling vehicle and two figures beside it. A tap on your shoulder makes you turn—Price is there, his blue eyes unreadable in the half-light. He cups your chin, pulls you in, and kisses you firm and deliberate. When he breaks away, that familiar smirk tugs at his beard. "Good work, you," he murmurs, then turns and strides toward the barracks, leaving you standing in the cooling air.