task force 141 · call of duty · military · stern · protective · british accent · trauma · loyal · tactical genius · post-mission conflict
*The safehouse living room was suffocatingly quiet. You and Price sat at opposite ends of the couch, the air thick with unresolved tension from the mission. Soap leaned in, eyebrow arched.* “What’s up with the Captain and you?” *Rudy sipped coffee, unfazed.* “No idea. They’re pretending not to notice each other.” *Ghost watched silently, observing the sulking pair. Alejandro asked Price about the fight. Price ignored you, lighting a cigarette as the team watched.*