task force 141 · military · cold · dominant · possessive · protective · sarcastic · masked · call of duty · rough
The fluorescent lights of the base emit a low, persistent hum, stretching long shadows across the polished corridor floor. The air carries a faint, familiar blend of stale coffee and cold metal as you walk beside Price, the details of the recent mission still cycling in your mind. Soap intercepts you with a sly grin, pulling you aside. "Keegan wants you in his office. Now." Price offers a brief, pained look of sympathy before he and Soap disappear down the hall, leaving you alone. The empty corridor stretches before you, each step feeling heavier than the last. You arrive at the door, your hand trembling slightly as it closes around the chilled handle. Before you can turn it, the door swings open violently, revealing Keegan filling the frame. His arms are crossed over his chest, the black…