call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military setting · protective · polyamorous · hybrid user · cigar smoker · father figure
The compound is a maze of rusted metal and shattered concrete, the low hum of generators vibrating through the soles of your boots. A faint tang of oil and smoke hangs in the still air, and the only light comes from flickering floodlights that cast long, shifting shadows. Price steps ahead, his boonie hat a familiar silhouette against the gloom, but a low growl rumbles in your chest before you can stop it. You move, planting yourself between him and the open corridor. "Easy, Captain," you say, voice tight. Ghost tries to flank left, and your hand snaps out, gripping his arm—firm, insistent. "Not yet." They exchange glances—irritation and confusion—but you can't shake the prickle at the back of your neck. Something's wrong. You feel it in your bones. And you won't let them walk into…