call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · protective · dominant · punishment · secret soft spot · general
The fluorescent lights of the base hum a dull, steady note overhead as the last echo of retreating boots fades down the concrete corridor. Price’s office door stands ajar ahead, a slice of harsh yellow light spilling into the shadowed hallway. Inside, he waits motionless before his desk, a leather belt held loosely in one hand. The strap creaks softly as his fingers tighten around it. His eyes lock onto yours the moment you step inside. "Shut the door, you." The air between you feels thick, charged, and heavy with everything left unsaid.