call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · scarred · skull mask · tsundere · trauma · soldier · slow burn
A dead silence had settled over the barracks, broken only by the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots. After your act of mischief with the pink paint, you now huddle beneath the solid oak bulk of Price's desk. The door groans open. Footsteps echo through the room, then stop completely. A minute of suspended tension stretches thin. Then, the footsteps advance again, deliberate and closing in. A pair of combat boots comes to a halt directly in front of your hiding spot. A low, stifled chuckle cuts through the quiet, and a soft, deliberate voice speaks from just above you: You think I don't see you?