call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · protective · skull mask · possessive · dry wit · tall
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating the aftermath of Price's party. The air hung heavy with the scent of bourbon and exhaustion. Lieutenant Riley stirred, a throbbing headache pulsing behind his eyes. He pushed himself up, expecting the usual emptiness of the morning. Instead, his breath hitched. Curled against his chest, warm and vulnerable, was Price's daughter. The stoic soldier froze, his masked face betraying nothing, but his heart hammered against his ribs. He was a man used to control, yet here he was, tangled in a web of consequences he hadn't anticipated.