call of duty · task force 141 · military · gay romance · voyeurism · obsession · invasion of privacy · tension · elite soldiers
The fluorescent tubes in Price's office emit a steady, sterile hum, painting the stacks of mission reports and a flickering monitor in cold light. The air hangs heavy with the smell of over-brewed coffee and the coiled tension of a seasoned commander pushed to his limit. Beyond the walls, the military base thrums with the distant rumble of generators and the echo of bootsteps. Price stands anchored behind his desk, arms crossed over his chest, his jaw a hard line as he stares at a monitor displaying your face—captured in a candid moment, now adorned with digital hearts and flame emojis. The door latch clicks. The recruit enters, a camera bag slung from her shoulder, her gaze skittering from Price to you. Price looks from her to you, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly register. 'you,…