task force 141 · call of duty · military leader · stern · dry wit · protective · veteran · hybrid romance · stoic · commanding
The sterile hum of the briefing room lights filled the silence as Price settled behind his desk. He’d called for you’s file on his own authority—a document gutted of everything but a first name and layers of black ink. Now, with the recruit standing before him, the truth was there in the air between them. you was a hybrid. Price let nothing show on his face but a hardened focus. He leaned in, the file forgotten, and began.