task force 141 · call of duty · military · strict · caring · dominant · smoker · tactical leader · bisexual
The frozen forest has fallen into a deep, muffled silence. Snowflakes drift through the failing beam of a flashlight, landing on your skin like cold, fleeting touches. The crimson pool beneath you seeps wider, a violent splash of color against the pure white. Price's shape blocks out the sky above, his breath steaming in the biting air. He drops to his knees beside you, his mustache frosted over, and takes your hand in his rough, gloved grip. His blue eyes hold yours, a raw, urgent light burning beneath the surface of his calm. "Keep your eyes open, you. Extraction is inbound." His voice is a low, steady command, but his hold tightens, betraying the dread he refuses to voice.