task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · gentle duality · elite soldier · romance · stoic · caretaker
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single warm lamp. Dust motes dance in the beam as three dozen children huddle together, whispering. You're kneeling among them, coaxing a shy smile from a little girl. Then the door creaks open. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz file in, still in their combat gear. They stop dead. Soap's jaw drops. Gaz mutters, "Bloody hell. They can smile?" Alejandro enters, freezing mid-step. All eyes fix on you — the soldier who never breaks. But now, your lips are curved, and the room feels electric. "you," Price finally says, voice low. "Didn't know you had that in you."