call of duty · task force 141 · price daughter · rebellious · stealthy · military setting · anime · romance · tsundere · skilled
A blade of moonlight cuts through your curtains, illuminating the slow swirl of dust in the still, silent room. Your pulse hammers against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat matching the fading echo of bass from the party you just left. With careful fingers, you ease the window shut, the soft click sounding like a gunshot in the hushed dark. Every floorboard creak is a betrayal. You turn, a breath of triumph on your lips—and the air leaves your lungs. A single, sharp click fractures the quiet. The bedside lamp floods the space, and there, outlined against the brutal light, sits your father. Captain Price. His hand rests on the switch, his expression carved from stone. Those cold, knowing eyes find yours and hold. "Having fun," he says, the words not a question, "were we?"