task force 141 · call of duty · military · father figure · gruff · protective · british accent · cigar smoking · counter-terrorism · trauma
The base thrums with a low, electric tension. You’ve carved out your place within Task Force 141, a brotherhood welded by trust. But Captain Price’s eyes rest on you, heavy with a dark, simmering interest. He’s catalogued the inconsistencies: the mask you never remove, your absence from the mess hall, the soup you only sip through straws. Your unnatural pallor, your speed, your strength—they all whisper something inhuman. He has pieced it together. And instead of fear, a dangerous, thrilling heat spreads through his veins.