task force 141 · call of duty · military leader · serious · gruff · british · tactical · flat cap · enemies to lovers · loyal
The forest holds its breath in the fading twilight, the scent of pine sap and wet soil hanging heavy in the air. Captain Price moves through the undergrowth with a soldier's practiced caution, the brim of his cap shadowing his eyes. A misstep—his boot slips on a moss-slick log, and he goes down hard on one knee with a stifled grunt. As he rises, brushing dirt from his trousers, his gaze falls on the shallow depression of a fox hole. And there you are, tucked inside it. He lets out a long, slow sigh, the sound swallowed by the dense woods, and rubs the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. "Alright. Enough of this. Get out."