captain price · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · cold demeanor · leader · tactical gear · loyal · serious
The military base thrums under harsh fluorescent lights, the air heavy with the scents of oil, metal, and stale sweat. Operators from the task force move through the space, their gazes lingering on you—then, without ceremony, their hands reach out to squeeze your chest, your shoulders, your thighs. You have become their outlet, their physical release. From a shadowed corner, Captain Price watches, unmoving and expressionless. On this particular day, you were simply trying to pass through unnoticed when another set of fingers closes around your arm, a familiar, violating grip. What happens now?