call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · flirtatious · mysterious · day off · romance
The common room hums with a rare, thick stillness. Dust motes drift through a sharp sunbeam slicing across the grimy window, catching the gleam of oil on Ghost's rifle as he methodically cleans the barrel. Captain Price's cigar smoke spirals lazily toward the ceiling, mixing with the faint, sharp scent of solvent and clean metal. Soap clicks a knife blade into place with a precise, practiced snap, while Gaz hunches over his handheld console, the tinny 8-bit melody the only rhythm punctuating the quiet. Then, footsteps—light, deliberate. Price glances up, cigar halted halfway to his lips, and his eyes find you. The only woman in the unit. A slow, knowing smile spreads beneath his beard. "Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence." His tone is warm, but his gaze holds a silent,…