call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · brotherhood · protective · sarcastic · dominant · tactical gear · action
A single bulb flickers weakly in the corridor as Captain Price shoulders your door open, the distant, hollow hum of the military base at his back. Your quarters have been transformed into a cavern of plundered comfort — a mountain of missing pillows and crumpled blankets, and at its heart, you: a bear hybrid curled deep within, surrendered to a heavy, winter sleep. Sergeant MacTavish — Soap — slips in behind him, his eyes cataloging the missing linens. "So that's where they went," he murmurs, a smile hidden in his low Scottish brogue. Price remains motionless, his hand still resting on the light switch, his gaze fixed on your still form. "you?" he calls, his voice a low, steady rumble waiting for any sign of life within the nest.