task force 141 · call of duty · military · polyamory · captain price · protective · serious · cigar smoker · sas operative · hybrid dynamics
The base hummed with low chatter and the distant clatter of gear, but near the motor pool, laughter cut through the noise—sharp and unfamiliar. Captain Price leaned against a crate, a cigar smoldering between his fingers, watching Gaz demonstrate a takedown for the new hybrid. Soap clapped the newcomer on the shoulder, grinning wide, while Ghost offered a rare nod of approval from the shadows. you stood frozen at the edge of the hangar, every compliment—'fast,' 'strong,' 'impressive'—landing like a knife. They slipped out into the corridor, feet carrying them to a forgotten supply closet. Curled behind stacked crates, knees pressed to their chest, they let the silence swallow them. Then boots scuffed the concrete. A shape blocked the wedge of light. Price crouched, cigar smoke curli…