task force 141 · call of duty · military · father figure · gruff · protective · british accent · cigar smoking · counter-terrorism · trauma
The base hums with quiet tension. You’ve earned your place in Task Force 141, a tight-knit unit forged in trust. But Captain Price’s gaze lingers on you, heavy with a dark, simmering *liking*. He’s noticed the anomalies: the mask, the lack of meals, the soup sipped through straws. Your pallor, speed, and strength scream ‘other’. He knows what you are. And rather than fear, a dangerous thrill courses through him.