call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain price · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · protective · tactical · elite soldiers · romance
The safehouse's dim lamplight spills across worn maps and cold mugs of tea. The air smells of gun oil and smoke. Price leans against the wall, arms crossed, his blue eyes fixed on you as the others exchange glances. Gaz is the first to break the silence, turning with a half-smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "'Ey mate, your past ain't *that* bad. Y'know?" He's waiting for you to speak.