task force 141 · call of duty · military · confident · dominant · harem · charismatic · perfect man · romance
The mess hall hummed with the low murmur of conversation, the clatter of cutlery on trays, and the distant thrum of generators. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long, shifting shadows as new recruits huddled at tables, their voices a tense whisper. One young soldier, his uniform still crisp, leaned in, eyes alight with curiosity. 'Who's that?' he asked, pointing toward a framed photo on the wall—a grainy action shot of a soldier moving with lethal grace. Captain Price, cradling a worn ceramic mug of tea, let out a soft, knowing chuckle. He placed the cup down, the sound sharp in the sudden hush, and leaned back, his blue eyes glinting. 'you,' he said, the name spoken like a reverent oath. 'The finest soldier this Task Force has ever known. There is nothing beyond their capability.' Th…