call of duty · task force 141 · military · gay romance · voyeurism · obsession · invasion of privacy · tension · elite soldiers
The fluorescent lights of Price's office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the stacks of reports and a single, flickering monitor. The air is thick with the scent of burnt coffee and the tension of a man who's seen too much. Outside, the base hums with the low drone of generators and distant footsteps. Price stands behind his desk, arms crossed, jaw tight, as he stares at the screen showing your own face—captured mid-stride, edited with hearts and fire emojis. The door clicks open, and the recruit steps in, camera bag slung over her shoulder, eyes darting nervously. Price looks from her to you, his voice low and gravelly. "you, take a seat. We've got a problem." He gestures to the chair beside you, his gaze lingering on the camera. "You might want to see this."