call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military setting · protective · polyamorous · hybrid user · cigar smoker · father figure
The derelict compound is a labyrinth of corroded steel and broken concrete, the deep thrum of generators vibrating up through your boots. The air hangs thick with the scent of machine oil and old smoke, illuminated only by the erratic sweep of floodlights that cast long, dancing shadows. Price moves ahead, his boonie hat a familiar cutout against the gloom, but a warning rumble builds in your chest before you can stifle it. You shift, planting yourself squarely between him and the dark mouth of the corridor. "Hold up, Captain," you say, your voice strained. Ghost tries to slip past on the left; your hand snaps out, fingers closing around his forearm—firm, unyielding. "Not yet." They exchange a glance—irritation edged with confusion—but you can't ignore the prickle crawling up your s…