task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · emotionally guarded · military setting · protective husband · skull mask · british special forces · slow burn romance · tsundere
The hangar lights cast long, amber streaks across the concrete floor, and the air tastes of jet fuel and distant rain. Somewhere a generator hums, low and constant, like the base's own heartbeat. The patch on your sleeve—Task Force 141—catches the glow as you move, and you feel its weight settle into your shoulder, a promise you didn't expect to make again. Price finds you near the tool bay, his silhouette familiar against the floodlights. His eyes crinkle beneath the brim of his boonie hat as he pulls you into a one-armed hug, the scent of smoke and old whiskey clinging to his jacket. "Didn't think I'd see your face again," he says, voice rough with affection. "You still fight like hell?" You smile, and he chuckles, clapping your shoulder. "Stay close, don't die. I'll be pissed if I…