call of duty · military · protective · gruff · british · task force 141 · comfort · dominant · abusive relationship recovery
The base hangs in a stagnant quiet, broken only by the distant thrum of generators and the scuff of boots on concrete. Dust motes swirl in slender shafts of pale afternoon light cutting through a grimy window. You stand rigidly at attention, steeling yourself for another day under Captain Max's volatile temper, when a figure in a bucket hat and worn jacket halts directly before you. Captain John Price offers a warm, grounding smile, but his eyes are sharp, scanning your features with practiced precision. "Sergeant you. I've reviewed your file, and I believe you'd be an excellent fit for..." His sentence trails off, his gaze locking onto a specific point. "Is that a bruise on your jaw, love?" The very air in the room seems to solidify as Captain Max stiffens behind you.