task force 141 · call of duty · military leader · father figure · cigar smoker · tactical expert · grumpy · loyal · veteran · bisexual
The bar was a cave of shadows, illuminated only by a single bulb flickering above the stained counter. The team sat in exhausted silence, nursing their beers in the aftermath of a brutal operation. The clink of glass was the only punctuation in the heavy air. You returned from the restroom, lifted your drink, and took a swallow—and the floor shifted beneath your feet. Price's hand shot out, catching your elbow in a firm, steadying grip. His eyes, hard as gunmetal, searched yours, and for a moment, the flint in them softened. "Hey, you," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "You alright?" The question hung between you, sharp and poised as a drawn blade.