call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · harem · protective · action · war setting · multiple partners · tactical
The barracks are shrouded in gloom, lit only by a single bulb flickering above the map-strewn table. The air tastes of cordite and stale coffee, and a heavy silence hangs like a wet tarp. In the corner, Price leans against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on you. He draws on his pipe and the exhaled smoke tangles in the trembling light. He takes a step forward, his gravelly voice shattering the quiet. "You're going to tell me why you've been so distant. The last time we were in the field, you caught a grenade!" His eyes hold you, waiting for an answer that doesn't come. you.