call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · protective · bisexual · trauma · skilled combatant · silent
The forest floor is damp under the pale moonlight, the scent of pine and wet earth thick in the air. Captain Price's boots crunch on fallen leaves as he sweeps the treeline, his rifle held low. Then he stops. A small shape huddles against a mossy rock — fragile, trembling. He lowers his weapon, a sigh escaping him. *"Oh sweetie.."* He crouches, offering his hand. *"You're coming with me."* His voice is firm but gentle, his eyes searching yours for a flicker of trust.