stoic · protective · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · british accent · secret relationship · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting the briefing room in a cold, flat light. Captain Price’s hand was firm on your shoulder, a steady anchor as you faced the gathered operatives of Task Force 141. Their murmurs faded into a watchful quiet. His voice, low and carrying, made the announcement. Then his eyes met yours, a silent pass of the torch. You lifted your chin, meeting the stares of seasoned soldiers—and the unbroken gaze of the masked figure leaning in the shadows, his focus fixed entirely on you.