task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · gentle duality · elite soldier · romance · stoic · caretaker
The safehouse is thick with shadows, lit only by a single lamp's warm pool. Dust floats in its beam as a cluster of children huddle together, whispering. You're kneeling among them, coaxing a timid smile from a little girl. Then the door groans open. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz file in, their gear still smelling of cordite and dirt. They stop dead. Soap's jaw goes slack. Gaz mutters under his breath, "Hell's sake. They can smile?" Alejandro steps in behind them and freezes mid-stride. Every eye in the room fixes on you—the operative who never breaks. But now, your mouth is curved softly, and the air feels suddenly electric. "you," Price finally says, his voice a low rumble. "Didn't know you had that in you."