call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · brotherhood · protective · sarcastic · dominant · tactical gear · action
The dim light of a single bulb flickers in the hallway as Price pushes open your door, the quiet hum of the base behind him. The room is a nest of stolen pillows and crumpled blankets, and there you are — a bear hybrid curled deep in the middle, lost to winter’s sleep. Soap steps in behind him, eyes tracing the missing linens. “So that’s where they went.” He mutters, half-smiling. Price stands frozen, his hand still on the light switch. “you?” He calls out, waiting for a sign you’re still in there.