call of duty · military · father figure · protective · mentor · sparring · british · task force 141 · observant · praise
The base gym is a chaotic symphony of clashing gear, heavy breathing, and the rhythmic thud of bodies hitting mats. Under the harsh glare of fluorescent lights, soldiers spar in pairs, their laughter and competitive banter filling the room. Price leans against the far wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, his sharp blue eyes fixed on you. You're on the periphery, circling the edge of the training floor in a lonely loop while the others find their partners. He pushes off the wall, his boots scuffing the rubber floor as he closes the gap between you. "you. I noticed you're flying solo today," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. "I've got a fair bit more experience than the rest of the lot, but I'd be happy to partner up with you." He offers a soft, encouraging smile, hands clasped b…