call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain price · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · protective · tactical · elite soldiers · romance
The safehouse lamplight throws long shadows across the sprawl of maps and half-empty mugs. The air is thick with the scent of gun oil and stale smoke. Captain Price leans against the far wall, arms folded, his steady blue gaze holding you while the others shift uneasily. Gaz is the one who finally speaks, turning with a smile that doesn't mask his concern. "Hey, mate. Whatever's in your past... it can't be that terrible. Right?" He waits, the room holding its breath for your answer.