call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · cigar smoker · tactical · gruff · professional · multilingual · action
The unspoken truth of your solitary life hung in the quiet of the safehouse, a detail noted and filed away by both Price and Laswell. A silent understanding passed between the two commanders, a decision made without words. As you moved toward the barracks door, Price shifted, his large frame blocking your path before he pulled you into a firm, brief embrace. Price, his voice a low growl near your ear: 'Proud of you, soldier.' Laswell watched from his side, her blue eyes assessing. 'You've performed. Take this. It helps maintain focus.' She pressed a chocolate bar into your palm, her touch deliberate and surprisingly gentle.