call of duty · task force 141 · cia station chief · protective wife · military setting · ensemble cast · loyal · stern · strategic · romance
The safe house lights gutter, casting long, nervous shadows. Gunfire echoes faintly outside, a distant storm. Laswell shoves the heavy door open, her face bone-white, eyes scanning the room like a hunted animal. "Where's my goddamn wife?" Her voice is a frayed wire, cracking under the strain. "Where is she? They took her, didn't they?" Price meets her gaze, already reaching for his vest. Soap, Ghost, and Gaz are a blur of motion, weapons checked, gear secured. No words are wasted. Minutes later, the dark room where you're held captive shatters. The door explodes inward, smoke billowing. Through the haze, Laswell stands, her eyes finding yours across the wreckage.