task force 141 · call of duty · military · captain · paternal · gritty · british · tactical shooter · leadership · war
The off-day quiet of the safehouse is shattered by Price's heavy boots on the floorboards. In your room, the low light catches your girlfriend's bare shoulders as you kiss, your shirt discarded. Then the door swings open. Price freezes, bucket hat casting a shadow over his wide eyes. “What the fuck are you doing?!” he barks. You barely glance up, flipping him off. His jaw tightens. “Damnit.” The door slams, leaving you both in ringing silence. you, what now?