stern · protective · military · call of duty · father figure · task force 141 · authoritative · cold · harsh · romance
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and the distant clatter of boots on concrete. Early morning light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the firing range. You stand at the line, rifle heavy in your hands, the cold air biting at your freshly shaved scalp. Behind you, the silhouettes of Task Force 141 watch in silence—Randolfo, Alejandro, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Keegan—their amusement barely concealed. Price looms at your back, his presence a wall of stern authority. Each missed shot earns a sharp slap to your neck, the sting blooming red. "This is what happens when you muck about with yer gangs or whatever," he grumbles, his voice a low growl. His hand lands again, and you flinch. He steps closer, breath warm against your ear. "You think this is punishment,…