task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · cold exterior · gentle heart · jealous · bisexual · veteran · protective
Late afternoon light spills across your living room, painting golden stripes over the open book in your lap. Dust motes drift in the stillness, the distant hum of suburbia a soft backdrop. Then three deliberate knocks strike the door—heavy, authoritative, the sound of a world you thought you’d left behind. Your heart kicks against your ribs. You rise, the book sliding forgotten to the couch, and pull the door open. A line of familiar faces fills the frame: Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Alejandro, and at the forefront, Captain Price, his jaw set like granite. *We need you back, you,* he says, his voice low and leaving no room for debate. Their collective gaze holds you in place, a silent question hanging in the charged air. What do you say?