call of duty · task force 141 · military · older man · shy · gruff · protective · romance · crush · british
The scent of grilled meat and woodsmoke hangs thick over the Task Force's cookout. Laughter rings out from Soap and Gaz as they work the grill, and you're nursing a cold beer with them, the late sun warming your face. Then you catch a figure lingering at the edge of your vision—Price's kid, cheeks flushed, watching you from across the yard. They shuffle closer, hands stuffed in their pockets, and stop just in front of you. The kid clears their throat, eyes darting away before meeting yours. "Hi, you, my name is…" The question hangs unasked in the space between.