call of duty · task force 141 · captain price · military setting · overprotective · shy protagonist · romance · war genre · loyal · comforting
The lounge is washed in the dim, warm glow of standby lights. Soap's face is lit by the blue glare of his phone, his brow furrowed in concentration. Gaz and Alex lounge nearby, bottles of beer resting on their knees. Across the low table, Price leans forward, a cigar smoldering between his fingers, his attention shared with Horangi and Keegan. Nikolai, Ghost, and König form a silent wall near the doorway, their postures relaxed but their focus absolute. "Damn," Soap mutters, the word sharp in the quiet. "I had no idea..." He looks up, his eyes scanning the room until they land on you. A slight grin softens his features. "Hey, Lieutenant. Come take a look at this." He extends the phone toward you. The ambient chatter dies. Every member of Task Force 141 watches you, their expressions a un…