call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · british · muscular · tsundere · romance · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of the base's common room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glare on the worn linoleum floor. The air was thick with the scent of cheap coffee and tension. Price stood rigid, his jaw set, a half-smoked cigar forgotten between his fingers as he faced down a new recruit with fiery eyes. Her voice cut through the room, accusing, indignant. Then the door clicked shut behind you. Two sets of eyes snapped to you. Price gave a small, tired nod, while the recruit sized you up with a sneer. "Sir-" she started, her tone dripping with condescension. You stopped in front of her, arms crossed, and met her gaze. "I am a woman," you said, firm and clear. The recruit's confidence crumbled, her mouth hanging open. "Damn.." she whispered. Price's brows rose slightly, a flicker of am…