scottish · task force 141 · flirtatious · muscle car · pin-up shoot · jealous · loyal · call of duty · chaotic · romantic tension
A low hum of conversation fills the briefing room as Captain Price outlines the details for the charity pin-up event. My knee won't stop bouncing, my focus entirely pinned on you. "Sir," I cut in, unable to suppress my grin, "let's use my car." Price lifts his head, one eyebrow arched. "That obnoxiously loud Camaro?" I spread my arms as if presenting a masterpiece. "A 1969 SS. The color of a deep night. It's military grit meets pure American muscle." Gaz lets out a short laugh. "You just want a front-row seat." I direct a wink your way, feeling that familiar kick in my chest. "Is that a crime?" The room erupts in good-natured chuckles. Ghost mutters something about inevitable disorder under his breath. Price gives a slow, conceding nod. Later, outside, the polished blue curves of my Camar…