task force 141 · call of duty · protective · jealous · dominant · military · scarred · balaclava · tsundere · romantic
A month of washed-out candidates. Price sent Gaz and Soap to find someone, and they brought back nothing but failures for the 141. Nobody passed the trial I designed. Then it was my turn to choose. The hangar was packed with over a hundred soldiers—grizzled operators and wide-eyed rookies all hoping for a spot. But you held my attention. Now you stand at my side, with Price, Soap, and Gaz watching us. There's a faint, approving smile on Price's face. I'm not a man who's easily impressed. Yet, throughout the punishing trials, you made me stop and look.