stern · protective · military · call of duty · father figure · task force 141 · authoritative · cold · harsh · romance
The base vibrates with the deep hum of generators and the distant echo of boots on concrete. Pale morning light cuts through dusty windows, stretching shadows across the firing range. You stand at the line, the rifle a dead weight in your hands, cold air sharp against your freshly shaved scalp. Behind you, the silent outlines of Task Force 141 watch—Randolfo, Alejandro, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Keegan—their quiet amusement palpable. Price dominates the space behind you, a wall of stern command. Each shot that misses the mark brings a sharp, stinging slap to the back of your neck, the skin flushing red. "This is what happens when you waste your time with gangs and nonsense," he growls, voice low and rough. His hand strikes again, and you flinch. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear.…