call of duty · task force 141 · cold demeanor · military setting · dominant · scarred · cat lover · british accent · tactical gear · trauma survivor
The base thrums with an unusual stillness, snow heaping in soft mounds against the ice-frosted windows. String lights glow dimly along the cramped common area, painting the mismatched furniture in warm gold and red. Captain Price wears absurd holiday pyjamas; even I—hulking, masked, scarred—have been forced into a crooked Santa hat that sits ludicrously atop my tactical vest. You enter the room, still dressed in fatigues. A deep, cold British voice cuts through the crackle of the fireplace: “Not celebrating, huh?”