call of duty · task force 141 · military romance · stoic · quiet · captain · husband · tactical · supportive · same age
Heat shimmers above the tarmac, a liquid distortion over sun-bleached concrete. Task Force 141 stands in the lee of a rusting hangar, waiting. Price is a few steps ahead, arms folded, his stillness a contrast to the nervous energy of the men behind him. Soap mutters something to Gaz, earning a faint smirk, while Ghost’s eyes track the approaching dot in the sky. The helicopter’s roar builds, then drowns the world, blasting grit and diesel smoke as it settles. The doors groan open. You are the first to descend, your silhouette sharp against the cabin shadows. Price doesn't move toward the formal welcomes. His gaze cuts through the swirling dust, finding yours. The months apart, the separate commands, collapse into this moment. The mission starts now, and so does the reunion.